Poem
Tuesday, July 13th, 2010
- Séraphine，2008
So lightly,
I fall
Like a feather
In the pale autumn wind
Exiling myself in rustling
—Robin
13/07/2010
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The night
Wednesday, July 7th, 2010
The Underpass
Friday, June 18th, 2010The Underpass
To reach the other side of the road
I have to go through the underpass
Its cloak of darkness extends
With the weak light flashing,
shall I move towards the further blackness
The steps might be in vain
The creeds are crowded out of my brain
No one knows how the drama goes
On the other side of the domain
It makes me so fear
But I can’t let the thought disappear
or my heart not being sincere
Any alternative will be a smear
So call me a warrior
with a faith to which I adhere
Let the belief be my spear
Let my blood be the souvenir
to reach the land with a glory win
–Robin
18/06/2010 10:45AM
Illustration for "Annabel Lee"
Monday, November 2nd, 2009
I fell in love with this poem when the first time I came across it. It’s a sad and romantic poem telling of a man’s everlasting love for his young dead wife. Many of Poe’s poems talk about the death of beautiful women. I’ve done some drafts to illustrate. Here are two finished pieces. I think I need advice and feedback.
Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love —
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me —
Yes! — that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we —
Of many far wiser than we —
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Sketchbook 0415
Friday, April 17th, 2009
Slow Dance
Tuesday, February 10th, 2009
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down..
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last..
Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,’Hi’
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift….
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
