Hoàng-Ân
Literary Beings
(we can go on rationalizing about
broken promises but it really is
very painful to experience them.)
following the dot of ink
through the wilderness of utter sorrow.
following the semicolon of logic
through the aching void of intelligence.
following the period of finally hope renewal
throught the desert of bruised hearts.
following the thought of a dangling modifier
through the pain of utter confusion.
forllowing a poem
through the jungles of broken promises...
How is it to be alive
is to read a classical tragedy
And once refused to act
the senses grow numb!
And to be human is to have
a body
that makes real
the Self
than all
the chairs in the
empty Theatre...
WILLIAM THOMPSON (1712-1766)
THE HAPPY LIFE
A book, a friend, a song, a glass,
A chaste, yet laughter-loving lass,
To mortals various joys impart,
Inform the sense, and warm the heart.
Thrice happy they, who careless laid
Beneath a kind-embowering shade,
With rosy wreaths their temples crown,
In rosy wine their sorrow drown.
Begone, ambition, riches, toys,
And splendid cares, and guilty joys--
Give me a book, a friend, a glass,
And a chaste, laughter-loving lass.