T (no first name) Wignesan
T (no first name) Wignesan Poems
The Last Hope, Translation Of Paul Verlaine's Sonnet: Dernier Espoir
There stands a tree in the cemetery
Thrusting itself up in total freedom,
By no means the fruit of bereavement –
Spreading itself out on stone unobtrusively.
In this tree, be it summer or winter,
A bird alights to trill clearly
It’s sad song of such fidelity.
This tree and this bird do us bind together:
You the object of my thoughts, I the absence
That time takes stock of in evanescence…
Ah! To live again propped up against your knees!
Ah! To be alive again! But stay yet awhile, my lover,
Let not the void be my chilling victor…
At the ...
A Reluctant Sayonara
for my long-suffering, poetry-loving doctor sister: Thadshayani
« She must suffer to her last breath. (…) They'll all soon be as Dead as 0-Ren Ishii. »
« That woman deserves her Revenge. And we deserve to die. »
From « Kill Bill Vol.1 »
Two French girls in Paris