1914 Iv: The Dead Poem by john tiong chunghoo
1914 Iv: The Dead
the years did to him
like they had to wines
a calmness, mellowness
-submissions to the divine
tempests, victory and loss-
they poured a shade onto him
like amber - leaves that return
a million years to shine like miracles
the halo round the buddha
circled the realms for answers
to every breath, every consciousness
before crowning him with triumph
every year of study of the sutras
brings new understanding,
new awakenings, a clearer sky
the manner vintage wine surprises (greets)
the tongue every new spring
Oh, awesome! Your poem is so evocative, wonderful... I love the idea of wine and people mellowing...
wow...beautiful. I love the equation of year to wine, calm mellowness in age....very good man
John your poem made me feel so calm and mellow. I have to crown you for writing your poem so well written and enthused. Outstanding work please persist to write more.
If only the human race matured as a whole race instead of as seperate individuals the world would be a better place Yet each life contributes something to the overall tapestry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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John, This is very lovely. Great poem. Sincerely, Mary