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Edgar Rendon Eslit

(August 21,1971 / Iligan City)

Biography of Edgar Rendon Eslit

Edgar Rendon Eslit poet

Hello there. I’m Edgar R. Eslit, a budding poet they say. Jokes in here. Well, seriously, poets please themselves. There is nothing to stop good writers producing work that they like reading. Or what they consider worth reading. A beginner may ask: Do I have the talent to make it as a writer? Tutors handle the matter tactfully, saying that determination is essential to unlock the depths of a writer’s personality and potential. But without increasing absorption, fascination and sheer pleasure in literary craftsmanship, that talent will never see the light of day. Native ability and hard work are essential to poetry, and pleasure is the stimulus to both. So, what’s in Poetry that I like most? Well, I believe poetry will lead us to the superior truth, versatile and wide-ranging, it’s a special mode of knowledge, and it has convenience as it gives sheer pleasure to me and my readers. All these simply give me a sense of fulfillment that somehow my poems are getting someone’s heart grow fonder. Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom. - Robert Frost.

Poets whom I really admire: Christopher Marlowe, Anthony L. Tan, William Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allan Poe, Rudyard Kipling, Geoffrey Chaucer, John Donne, Dylan Thomas, Robert Browning, Ben Jonson, Nick Carbo, and John Keats.

Email can be sent at www.edgareslit@yahoo.com. Ciao!

Edgar Rendon Eslit's Works:

Windows and Views, The 'E' Immortal Verses, and Muse wishpers

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Sunrise to Sunset Jazz

Chirping birds and rustling leaves embrace the morning breeze in gleefull hype
When the aroma of the browed coffee awakens the slumbering nostril to life
And the glaring sunrise refold the earthy music of Kenny G’s 'Silhouette'
There hums the morning smiles like an orchestra on its alto el allegro strife
What a day, such a day, and a lovely day to start a new day right.

Waving and blinking satin curtain gliding down the window underneath the cell
While the next dew falls ticking the sauc

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