John Donne of Singapore?
Some close friends half-jokingly, half-solemnly
call me the John Donne of Singapore.
Hmmm... another dreamy Hmmm...
Wish I can qualify, in some small way,
for that grand appellation.
To be specific, they speculate: Merton Lee is a reborn John Donne.
He wrote thoughts-disruptive, intriguing poems.
He provided a ... more »
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Merton Lee Poems
The Road Not Taken (On Reading Robert Fr...
Two roads diverged in a mellow wood. Rugged paths and uphill roads further ahead. Dimly or half-hidden, like the wood itself. Try to glimpse ahead.
What is its essence? Is it like a vulnerable, Hemingway-portrayed skiff being tossed about by changing waves of feelings, urges, yearning?
Phenomenal Woman (On reading Maya Angelo...
Can they see the fireflies? Can those ecstasy-chasing Affluent, can those born with golden spoons in cosmopolitan capitals,
Reading Elizabeth Bishop's Poem 'One Art...
I confess: I'm netted by her poems. Twirling, swelling, unspeakable now. Her unforgettable virginal side-portrait. A kind of owl-wisdom focus
Is Poetry Barbaric?
Blood dripping from the pages of history books, wartime pictures, dried bones, graveyard stones,
Old Wheelbarrow (On reading William Carl...
Much depends on recalling, seeing those times and days
A Homeless Haiku Getting Married (A N...
In the middle of the night, homeless, a poem begins brooding... walking into a London fog,
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers (On read...
If Hope is the thing with feathers, perhaps Life is that stony thing, that stony Enigma. If someday, somehow, somewhere,
Nonconformist Haiku (2) (reading Em...
Nonconformist Haiku (2) (Reading Emily Dickinson's This is my letter to the world)
Reading Elizabeth Bishop's Poem 'Sestina...
December rain falls in her forest-rich, forest-deep garden, a different kind of house where time has slipped away. New year does not seem to arrive. Or is it a new moon every dusk?
The Snowman (on reading Wallace Stevens...
Can we borrow the eyes of winter and spring to detect - behind the slippery, crystal-glassy, prayer-like
Where's Your Poetic Voice?
Where's Your Poetic Voice? How to render it contemporary, unique, one in the whole wide world?
Reading Philip Larkin's Poems (For 30 ye...
Isn't it a paradox? His popular poems didn't bring traditional light. Instead we see a white knight of poetry bringing people to the dark shore of seeing things clearly, too clearly in this world where one thing is certain.
Ways of Looking at a Blackbird (on read...
Twenty white pigeons, swallowing raw rice, half-staring at me? Twelve white swans, basking in the sun, ignoring me?
Comments about Merton Lee
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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The Road Not Taken (On Reading Robert Frost's poem)
Two roads diverged in a mellow wood.
Rugged paths and uphill roads further ahead.
Dimly or half-hidden, like the wood itself.
Try to glimpse ahead.
But it is beyond disappearing eyes.
Part of my earthly tests.
Part of the riddle:
'Wherever I go, there I am.'
When young, no matter which road I took,
seeking prizes or meeting setbacks,
reversed, chose another road, repeated the cycle,
half-consciously, I carried that heavy Log
of desires, prides, fears, jealousies.
I realized, my feet didn't get to choose.
Rather, that Log came alive, ...