Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel Poem by john tiong chunghoo

calmness
dawns
fed by war
terror
crocodile
infested river
so peaceful
after the
dismemberment
of an ill-fated calf
satiated nerves
calmness
in the creatures
of terror
with jaws and cannines
that could tear
a lion to shreds
in minutes
nothing interests them now
except
the quiet noon slumber
the haughty
teenager
after the fierce beating
and repentance
incommunicado
for weeks
as he self reflects
calm as the lake
only the breeze
and the moving clouds
to show life
the world
immediately
after the second world war
a longed for calmness
claimed by a heart
drawn out
by endless
animosity, suspicion
blood and tears

inspired by

'Calm is all Nature as a Resting Wheel.'
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again.

William Wordsworth