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PEN is calling on the Chinese authorities to end all restrictions placed on Liu Xia immediately.

PEN is calling on the Chinese authorities to end all restrictions placed on Liu Xia immediately.

Liu Xia is a poet, artist and human rights defender in China. Her husband, poet and academic, Liu Xiaobo was arrested in December 2008 and sentenced to 11 years in prison for his peaceful human rights work. He was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for his continued and non-violent struggle for fundamental human rights in China in October 2010. At the award ceremony in Oslo, he was represented by an empty chair. Liu Xia, was placed under house arrest following the Nobel announcement in October 2010 and continues to be held without charge or legal due process. Her home is guarded by security officers and she is prevented from communicating freely with the outside world – she has been banned from making or receiving phone calls or accessing the internet.

Translation by Yu Zhang
Edited by Bonny Cassidy

One Bird after Another

We saw it
A little reflection left on the glass
It had been printed there for a long time without leaving…

Every year on July 15 of the lunar calendar
The river would be covered with water lanterns
But they could not call back your soul…

The train heading for the concentration camp
Sobbingly ran over my body
But I could not hold your hand…

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To Xiaobo

You speak you speak you speak the truth
You are talking day and night as long as you are awake
You talk and talk
You are in a closed room while your voice breaks out to spread
The death from twenty years ago has come back again
Come and gone as the time
You are short of many things but with you are the souls of the dead
You have lost daily life to join the outcry of the dead
There is no response and none

You speak you speak you speak the truth
You are talking day and night as long as you are awake
You talk and talk
You are in a closed room while your voice breaks out to spread
The wound from twenty years ago has been bleeding
Fresh and red as the life
You are fond of many things but more passionate accompanying the souls of the dead
You have made a promise to seek the truth with them
On the way there is no light and none

You speak you speak you speak the truth
You are talking day and night as long as you are awake
You talk and talk
You are in a closed room while your voice breaks out to spread
The gunfire of twenty years ago has decided your life
Always living in death
You are in love with your wife but more proud of the dark time with her you spent
You let her be but are more insistent that she continues to write you poems after her death
In the verses there is no sound and none

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