The Dream Of A Terra-Cotta Soldier Poem by Gordon Tseng
The Dream Of A Terra-Cotta Soldier
They made me alive and then buried me alive.
Now, I let the ancient superpower be visualized.
When the East turns red, the sun shall rise.
Will my thousand-year broken story be clarified?
They made me alive and then buried me alive.
Passing through history I knew I would survive.
When the East turns red and the sun does rise,
Will the passion and sorrows in my dream revive?
-from GOD BLESS NOT ONLY AMERICA
Thousands of them made, Thousands of them stood, Thousands of them terrified, Our Ancestors are better, to fool one another, but we send, our soldiers to be killed.
a powerful poem with a delicate soothing heart ~and dyed with some fadeless passion! ! A great one! !
THIS ONE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL POEM THAT I ADD IT AS MY FAV. POEM. WHAT I CAN SAY MORE!
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4/25/2024 7:20:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is such a beautiful poem, with a vivid description. I like the way you use repetition in the verses, thus emphasizing the meaning of the narration.