POETRY
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A love letter to someone you can never marry
The asia! team
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“Look, look at me. I reside so high
BHUWAN THAPALIYA
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he never scolds us, oh, he never shouts.
MARIA SOCORRO TEJEDOR
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Much-loved Singapore poet Robert Yeo shares a few of his own Japanese-style poems – and their sources of inspiration
ROBERT YEO
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There's a new wind seeping through the clouds this morning
ANGELO B. ANCHETA
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Ma, I wish I was beaten black and blue. For a hurt is never an offence for you for a taunt doesn't even count, for the words never leave a wound to show the hatred bound.
Restless Mind
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
Anon., the King James Bible
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She, that dream secretary who knew the ways of the skies, once painted the moon by painting first our eyes half-closed: it is not so much what we see, but what we are seeped in.
Vivienne Yeo
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Singapore’s famous poet and playwright tells us why he admires the tanka, an ancient form of Japanese poetry.
ROBERT YEO
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Chinese is the richest language in the world that resists translation, declares Xujun Eberlein. What say you?
XUJUN EBERLEIN
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