Biography of Edmund Wong
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Edmund Wong Poems
By The Store
One ordinary night, when you are playing with your fingernail By the store, my dreary eyes are filled with seldom pleasure, Of finding alone right before them a hidden treasure, Proudly in triumph, as many a voracious eye fail
One Day At Work I Gazed Outside
One day at work I gazed outside, Across the glass sev'n-storey high. I saw those same piles, tall and wide, Taking vast space right off the sky.
Farewell To A Friend
Farewell, my friend, the time for us to part Hath come, as festive banquets have to quit, By enduring Time, and our wavering heart, In which our capricious lives have to meet.
Thou Art My Fifth Season
How jocund is Spring if thou art missing? The nightingales' songs are sweetly sung, Yet, unwarranted, disrupt my musing On which thine apparition is up hung.
Shall We Sally Forth For The Fabled Land
Shall we sally forth for the fabled land, Against the siren in the musty haze Where eyes look blind? There is no stave at hand To guide us through that starless field or maze
To My Beloved Grandma
At a dark hour the news is broken: Grandma has passed away last night. The hour has passed, and no more is spoken, For no word nor action can make it right.
See Sonnet 66
O dear, how, my love, how can I stay strong In this wild age, when soul to flesh conforms, As madness reigns over where truth belongs? To see tawdry shows become beauteous forms,
Flushed With Toil At A Tender Night
The sun, flushed with toil, is slowly leaving his watch, As tenderly the moon reveals her curve. Has it been five days since I last saw you? I do not readily recall,
When I Was Feeling So Low And Lonely
It was upon a torpid summer night When I was feeling so low and lonely, As if my strength and courage were mortally defeated, My hope and faith had melted away, and only
Would Not Men Die For Such A Sylph Like ...
Would not men die for such a sylph like thee? A form so perfect that doth Nature proud; A heart so chaste, whose state is e’er in glee, Diffident ne'er before a staring crowd;
Among The Glowing Stars Would I Be Shown
Among the glowing stars would I be shown, In murky perdition our stars be doomed, But how on earth could we as one be known? A wonder art thou in darkness bloom,
Remember Well, Remember Not
When you should see the passing of the train, Remember not the voice that trails behind; When you should hear the falling of the rain, Remember not the day that once was fine.
My Alarm Is Beeping As Yesterday
My alarm is beeping as yesterday, waking me up in a confused state. My eyes see no incentive to welcome another day, My mind has no intention but to let my consciousness fade. The sun is giving out sparking rays,
Lie No More
How with the track of time can we withstand, When Gaiety has become my enemy, And let me not enjoy her company, With whom my hours have lavishly been spent?
Thou Art My Fifth Season
How jocund is Spring if thou art missing?
The nightingales' songs are sweetly sung,
Yet, unwarranted, disrupt my musing
On which thine apparition is up hung.
And what is Summer lacking thee, my dear?
Oft too hot he beams, like a wild fever,
Mellowed not by thy fountain pure of love;
Without thy fairness his humor is rough.