The new beginning

a poem by Julyan =)

i wrote this for poem recital competition during English Language Society

Can you smell the scent of spring?

The spring greens are budding

The wild flowers blooming

Can you hear the whisper of spring?

The restless birds are chirping

The gentle breeze caressing

Can you see it?

The ice is melting,

The river is flowing,

The stream is trickling.

It’s reminding you, its spring!

It’s time to dream

The end of winter, a new beginning.

i hope that you will like it ^.^

due to some technical problem,

accidentally, Julyan made it to the FINAL~ =.=

This is the poem that made me into the FINAL

by Wallace Stevens

A High-Toned Old Christian Woman

Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.

Take the moral law and make a nave of it

And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus,

The conscience is converted into palms,

Like windy citherns hankering for hymns.

We agree in principle. That's clear. But take

The opposing law and make a peristyle,

And from the peristyle project a masque

Beyond the planets. Thus, our bawdiness,

Unpurged by epitaph, indulged at last,

Is equally converted into palms,

Squiggling like saxophones. And palm for palm,

Madame, we are where we began. Allow,

Therefore, that in the planetary scene

Your disaffected flagellants, well-stuffed,

Smacking their muzzy bellies in parade,

Proud of such novelties of the sublime,

Such tink and tank and tunk-a-tunk-tunk,

May, merely may, madame, whip from themselves

A jovial hullabaloo among the spheres.

This will make widows wince. But fictive things

Wink as they will. Wink most when widows wince.