SELECTED POEMS

Night

the night is lonely and long,
quiet between the far bass
of frogs calling till dawn,

before me the lamp's harsh light
outlines my wakefulness,
holds off the night.

I have thought of you,
remembering the rest
your kindness brought me to

but could not hold in time.
I turn the lamp down, thinking
of the dividing line

between darkness closing about
me, and the new day's light
after the stars opt out.

by Lee Tzu Pheng
from Unfree Verse (2017)

 

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