Climbing China's Great Wall
Published in Poem Of The Day
This wall is a great stairway, walls
are things that shoot up, keep out, line
the places where we mark the halls
that carry our names. The busts
of this one and that one, this history
is in the hard labor of hearts, thrusts
of piston and valve. I sit down
at the first house, dizzy at the view
over the wall, the tourist town
below us, in buildings made old
by the deliberate hand of business,
not the rain, the sun, the untold
billions of raindrops and tear drops
of soldiers wishing for the lovers
they left behind, untended crops,
mothers weaving braids of grief
in their hair. A little old woman
bounces past me, leaping the brief
weld of stone to stone, the stairs
the legend and skeleton of the wall,
where white cranes dance in pairs.
About this poem
"In the early summer of 2002, I made my first trip to mainland China after a semester of teaching in Taiwan as a Fulbright Scholar. I walked for a while, and then I sat and tried to imagine the history."
-Afaa M. Weaver
About Afaa M. Weaver
Afaa M. Weaver is the author of "City of Eternal Spring" (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2014). He teaches at Simmons College and Drew University and lives in Somerville, Mass.
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(c) 2015 Afaa M. Weaver. Originally published by the Academy of American Poets, www.poets.org. Distributed by King Features Syndicate
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