Tuesday, June 28, 2005
As I was packing my bookshelf today, besides finding dust and more dust, I came across PJC e-lit book. I bought it in the past but I did not really pay much attention to the poems written by students. As I was only interested in play, I only read the drama then. Due to my boredom and the excess time I have, I flipped around the e-lit book and to my surprise I came across a very interesting poem. And, I wonder why I didn’t notice it earlier. Haha. This poem TOTALLY speaks of what I felt when I was still preparing for my A’s. However now, I kind of miss Donne. Haha. Weird right. Thought, I'll share this with u guys =P Anyway, this is written by Melissa Cheng Bing.
Donne, be doneBusy Doone, unruly art thou.
Why dost thou thus,
Through Songs and Sonnets;
Satyres and Elegies,
At our sweet hearts batter?
Must we cease in our lives,
Til thou be thus satisfied?
Til our soules fill and combine,
In bitter love unto thee?
Til our world, pregnant with,
Fancy thou not barely a myth?
Til Atlanta's Balls no longer,
At men's sights do linger?
Til thy dearest flea, ruptured be
Bloodied there, for all to see?
Til thy compass doth snap,
And lead thee not on the map?
Til thy sphere loses control,
And towards west declines?
Til the rags of time observe,
How thou even had the nerve?
Til the foolish Sunne sinks in sorrow,
Right after thou cry Good Morrow?
Til Santa hates thee, and still,
Loathes not to lose, thou ill?
Till thy grave broke up below,
All because we love you so?
So...
"Go",
and if that word have not quite killed thee,
Then at my lips read:
Beat it.
Scram.
Jet.
And having done that,
Thou hast been done.
There'll be no more.
YEstie
9:53 PM
