john tiong chunghoo
Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel - Poem by john tiong chunghoo
fed by war
of an ill-fated calf
in the creatures
with jaws and cannines
that could tear
a lion to shreds
nothing interests them now
the quiet noon slumber
after the fierce beating
as he self reflects
calm as the lake
only the breeze
and the moving clouds
to show life
after the second world war
a longed for calmness
claimed by a heart
blood and tears
'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.
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