john tiong chunghoo

Bronze Star - 2,942 Points (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia)

*w H Auden The Haiku Poet - Poem by john tiong chunghoo

Scribbling in the sky 'He is dead! '
i put crepe bows around
the necks of public doves

stop all the clocks,
cut off the telephone
let the mourners come

silence the pianos and
with muffled drum
bring out the coffin

he was my north,
my south, my east and west,
my weekdays and sunday

he was my noon,
my midnight
my talk, my song.

stars are not wanted now
pack up the moon
dismantle the sun.

stars are not wanted now
pour away the ocean
sweep up the wood

Topic(s) of this poem: haiku

Form: Haiku

Comments about *w H Auden The Haiku Poet by john tiong chunghoo

  • Rookie - 25 Points Emerald Ronert Crouch (10/27/2015 8:00:00 AM)

    Real deep emotion, gut wrentching (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 7,730 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (7/4/2012 2:08:00 AM)

    very interesting to read! pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood! Nice! Good! ... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 28, 2015

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