I went down to the river,I sat down on the bank.I tried to think but couldn't,So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!I came up twice and cried!If that water hadn't a-been so coldI might've sunk and died. But it was Cold in that water! It was cold! I took the... Continue Reading →
Punishment in Kindergarten
Today the world is a little more my own.No need to remember the painA blue-frocked woman caused, throwingWords at me like pots and pans, to drainThat honey-coloured day of peace.‘Why don’t you join the others, whatA peculiar child you are!’ On the lawn, in clusters, sat mySchoolmates sippingSugarcane, they turned and laughed;Children are funny things,... Continue Reading →
The Buddha’s Wife
It can’t have been fun for the Buddha’s wife,Left on her own for the rest of her lifeWhen her good lord fledThe royal bedTo seek for his own perfection. It’s said in praise of Mahatma Gandhi –A sort of saint, though his legs were bandy,He was skinny and quaint – but still, a saint –That... Continue Reading →
Do Not Say
do not say my people are lazybecause you do not know.you are only a critic, an onlooker.you cannot know or judge,passing the kampong in your car,staring at economic data.do not think my people are weakbecause they are gentle,because they do not build skyscrapers.have you ever worked in a ladang,or danced the ronggeng?can you sing the... Continue Reading →
Ode to Tomatoes
The streetfilled with tomatoes,midday,summer,light is halvedlikeatomato,its juicerunsthrough the streets.In December,unabated,the tomatoinvadesthe kitchen,it enters at lunchtime,takesits easeon countertops,among glasses,butter dishes,blue saltcellars.It shedsits own light,benign majesty.Unfortunately, we mustmurder it:the knifesinksinto living flesh,redvisceraa coolsun,profound,inexhaustible,populates the saladsof Chile,happily, it is wedto the clear onion,and to celebrate the unionwepouroil,essentialchild of the olive,onto its halved hemispheres,pepperaddsits fragrance,salt, its magnetism;it is the... Continue Reading →
A smile
A smile is quite a funny thing, It wrinkles up your face. And when it’s gone You’ll never find Its secret hiding place. But far more wonderful it is To see what smiles can do. You smile at one, He smiles at you, And so one smile Makes two. - Anonymous Anonymous poem Appearance/nature... Continue Reading →
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