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the old Chinese widow talked with smile
about her favourite historical beauty meng jian nu
that love could rock the great wall causing it to fall
and with her eyes down with equal admiration
talked about the Chin Emperor,
who united Old China's warring factions
giving it a nation to forge forward
she switched over to Confucius
and held high too the Sage
for extending to the Middle Kingdom
his a nation-starts-with-the-family philosophy
that maddened as well as drove emperors
to decree the study of the wise man's
code of etiquettes for king and country
the romance that Kung has for a country
that served the men, the womenfolks
having to step sideways
for their men to surge, soar
between sweat, tears and blood
scholars learnt by rote his golden lines
between the great Chin Emperor
and the great Sage the widow asked me
who contributed more to Chinese civilisation
i said the Chin Emperor who with tears and sweat
pushed the Chinese to think of a nation first
rather than be power hungry
the Sage of course with tears and blood
tried to ceate an honorable nation
through good governance
but then the two thousand year trial
has yet yielded much pride of nation
still caught in corruption and cronyism
little wonder Confucius himself abandoned
his governorship to travel China
teaching a theory he did not know
whether should just remain theory or practice
the Chin emperor's China has gotten strong
but Confucius' theory still reeks of tears and blood
the millions of infant girls that went down
the dark alleys of his men dominated country
between a boy and a girl a chinese would
still go for the boy
the great confucius greater than the chin emperor?
my tears
inspired by
A Vision
TWO crownèd Kings, and One that stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round his head,
But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,
And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan
For sins no bleating victim can atone,
And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.
Girt was he in a garment black and red,
And at his feet I marked a broken stone
Which sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees.
Now at their sight, my heart being lit with flame
I cried to Beatricé, 'Who are these? '
And she made answer, knowing well each name,
'Æschylos first, the second Sophokles,
And last (wide stream of tears!) Euripides.'
Oscar Wilde
john tiong chunghoo
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Andy Konisberg
(5/9/2005 11:45:00 AM) |
very erudite work, John...Oscar Wilde as well...I'll have to give you binary numbers for this;
'1' & '0', and in that order.
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