The
Last Word: Peace in
Vietnam
(from Jump Cut, no. 7, 1975, p. 27 )
The Wheel of Law
by
Ho Chi Minh
The wheel of the law turns
without pause.
After the rain, good weather. In the wink of an eye
the universe throws off
its muddy clothes.
For ten thousand miles
the land
spreads out like a beautiful brocade. Light breezes. Smiling flowers.
High in the trees, among
the sparkling leaves
all the birds sing at once. People and animals rise-up reborn.
What could be more natural? After sorrow, comes joy.
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