David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 9,373 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

China - Poem by David Lewis Paget

This land of ancients grows on me
Like a soft moss, damp-oozed in time,
Sad breezes churn each soul, unfree,
And sweep me over, like some tide.

Strange voices echo from dim pasts
Long littered with dead Mandarins
I hear, I understand them less
But feel their presence in old sins.

While grace and beauty walk each street
As daughters fan their coal-black hair
The future calls to them, at last
And the world waits, to meet them there.

25 October 2005


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  • (8/2/2008 5:39:00 AM)


    A friend of mine went to China, ostensibly for a year, to teach english and four years hence he has yet to return. He fell in love. Not with any one particular person but with the country and its people.
    I have sent him this poem. It says better than I ever could why it is I understand his staying.
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  • (10/24/2005 10:26:00 PM)


    such a beautiful, dreamy feel. bravo. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 24, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, November 3, 2008


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