Anna VarneyWong Poems

Were there flowers before longing created them?
or is it the sigh of the bees
that awakens this field before my eyes…
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There was something precious
about the way you left your window open
that day it rained and the wind was howling
Your gauzy curtain, a dancing muse, flying
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(poem for Burma)

Come, friend, sit beside me
on the river bank
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(poem for Tibet)

A land in the sky was plundered
and a simple monk
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to my love, Gien


Come beloved
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Does a single tear
make a difference?

I know it does -
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Empty
through what eyes
what vision
do I project
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