john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

Shakespeare the Haiku Poet - Sonnet 73 made haiku


That time of year
thou mayst in me
behold

When yellow leaves
or none, or few
do hang

Upon those boughs
which shake
against the cold

Bare ruined choirs
where late the
sweet birds sang

In me thou see’st
the twilight
of such day

As after sunset
fadeth
in the west

Which by and by
black night
doth take away

Death’s second self
that seals up
all in rest

In me thou see’st
the glowing of
such fire

That on the ashes
of his youth
doth lie

As the deathbed
whereon
it must expire

Consumed with that
which it was
nourished by

This thou perceiv’st
which makes
thy love more strong

To love that well
which thou must
leave ere long


- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 73

Submitted: Saturday, October 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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