Biography of Sherwin Ilagan
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Sherwin Ilagan Poems
Forlorn old letters from the past compile So endlessly could sense their moving phase Too deep (the ocean flung ‘pon my dead smile) Afar from where I stood: I felt thy grace.
The metamorphosis achiev'd its eve And never is the blinded lover's eye To trace the trails of love that might perceive, An isolation state! To seek is nigh.
We may regret the passing of each day ‘Cause yesterday won't be returning soon As thou shalt cast the ledger of my stay, For what thou felt; was dealt 'far crescent moon.
O thro' my vision of mine eventide There's melody divided into two? ‘Twas never been in twine, but there's a clue: A folded vine, a symbol of thy pride.
Solidify a love, reach'd unto me I'll be the tenant of thine own abode The heart of everything is like an ode It reaches thro' the core afar in thee.
Thou hast the face of everything I see, And thou art gleams behind a yonder lamp, To what I saw in thee, was not in me; ‘Cause ignorance doth chide me with a clamp.
At patio ‘neath terrace effigy Besiege by joy as thou get close to me, Thou art my laureate mine empathy: Thyself who came out Cambridge hall to see?
How precious is the time please let me know? Am I demanding thee, the way I ask? A time is brief to be precise when dusk- Adheres on us; then it would serve the tow.
Unwritten love, retreat from thy sweetness Shalt be the sum of thine infinity To be re-tell by rising loveliness? From someone whom doth feel affinity.
For quite sometimes thou beg for words to flow ‘Cause thou dost know thy brain is bleeding still, Thy muse wast fair; though gleams were old and low To reconstruct such works it makes you ill.
The chance of an accord may lay to rest In thirty days' repose; thou can't accept A solitary way for thee to test- A one man's loyalty, as thou didst wept.
O dear, you bare your beauteous new form- Of singularity for one you love, In spring-hush'd dawn may spate a gracious storm? It is enough to be remain above.
One festive night along the passage hall 'Tis where I saw thine eyes that tells a verse? Thou whisper'd love, a love that we can call; Thro' gala's harp as vast as universe.
You never said the rules of love till then… But you just gave a sign to trace the tryst, And there's no other birds would sing again: As all their solitude was with the breeze;
O dear, you bare your beauteous new form-
Of singularity for one you love,
In spring-hush'd dawn may spate a gracious storm?
It is enough to be remain above.
Yourself won't be the same when you were young,
The most admir'd fair gentile kind you are;
A peasant quest just to be near- unsung
In my created dream: that seems so far.
But dreams will be a dream in my great sleep