Mao Zedong
Three Short Poems
Mountain.
I whip my quick horse and don’t dismount
and look back in wonder.
The sky is three feet away.Mountain.
The sea collapses and the river boils.
Innumerable horses race
insanely into the peak of battle.Mountain.
Peaks pierce the green sky, unblunted..
The sky would fall
but for the columns of mountains.
