This website is an on-line anthology of Dale Chou's poetry. Please read the note on copyright, as it applies to the entire website and its content.
The memo of extratrivial information is available and free of charge.
Latest poem is no. 00196.
This website is an on-line anthology of Dale Chou's poetry. Please read the note on copyright, as it applies to the entire website and its content.
The memo of extratrivial information is available and free of charge.
Latest poem is no. 00196.
I'd like to learn you. Know the pills you take. Take the same train As you do, every night 'Cross the city and its somnolent streets. As you tap-tap Over the steps of Twilight Express -- Herding cats on mass transportation From one district To another, I'd wave goodbye, Sometimes. Or Hop up the steps With you, with a silly grin, Taking the same route. Learning the same dream.
Dale Chou 14.12.2010
Lights from my window, blazing like stars -- A tiny flicker alone in the dark; One dear scintillation of disray -- Another took flight and flew away.
Dale Chou 27.07.2010
I am stone,
A large boulder, perhaps; a dry elk
Of unreflective intent;
An inadvertent man, oak-face
Hollowed, legs stolid and impassive to a
Series of abstract incidents;
A cafe-sitter,
An hour at each; an impatient portrait of
The perfunctory wait -- they are so very late
But it does not matter. Not one bit.
There is no angst
In the antedate (and the bliss above
And the shade of hell
And the dramatic colours of that farewell
After a certain delay...)
Nor in the will to resume, to reanimate
The brows, the eyes, the lips, the cheeks
Of a paler state;
'Tis in this sense the loss was incipient and
Truly inarticulate.
Dale Chou
11.10.2006
I woke up like a desert, A dry splat nigh the seaboard. I set myself ashore With an ache to wash away. But I was febrile and full of void -- Infinitly porous to The salinity of that which had invaded And that which had escaped. Love, could you not tell? -- I was a butterfly display; I was mounted against a driftwood In my achromatic coat. And through and through The temerity of my soul, Another butterfly was tied To make a temporary knot.
Dale Chou 17.09.2006
Hands! oh sombre hands How I despise you! You rise at night To stretch and grow -- Your wretched shadows, My caged walls. A terrible dark room You've become; A terrible bad dream You have made -- The tallest tower of Despair: spider shapes High in the air; The vilest trap of Sleepless mat: snakes And ivies intertwined. But above all the Things I fear, It is the coming Of the day -- The day is near And all is gone -- The silent sky, My soundless hands.
Dale Chou 15.09.2006
She perched on my words; Stole sleep from my hands. When she flew away She made an island. And I her island's branch: Always hopeful.
Dale Chou 17.11.2005