1975 Tayvan Taipei'de doğdu
1989 Güney Afrika Cumhuriyeti'ne göç etti
2000 Cape Town Üniversitesi'nden mezun oldu
2002 Yayınlanan Otobiyografi: Tekboynuz bana uçmayı öğrettin.
2003 Tayvan Sağlık Bakanlığı tarafından tavsiye ödülü kazandı.
2004 Kaliforniya ABD'ye göç etti
Will she shy her fair hands,
When my mask falls and she understands
And sees this man replenished with naked faults,
Pardon me, my fair lady; pardon the entire encounter,
Dear waltzes, minuets, polkas and mazurkas,
She must pardon all that,
All sins will fall upon my top hat,
This lady fair must pardon all and pardon none,
For I will complete my given task,
Attach this face to the faultless mask,
Had I any fortune or talent,
My bliss will not depend on this unprofitable enterprise,
Yet all is faultless but I,
When I see no fault but mine,
I will return again, yet again,
To this addictive idleness,
Upon my word for if Venus can lie,
Why not I?
Why not I?
So how many people die.
Wars and diplomatic ties,
They are all far, far away,
Like the tale before me play,
Beauty is quite far away too,
Though everywhere verses do construe;
And set ugliness them well aside,
For false laughter, tears, and pride.
We deprive you of your queenly palace and throne,
Then into the hellish fire - we torture you into the bone,
Now what is left of your fairly formed body is waned and dry,
We still grind you down until nothing is recognisable but your sad eyes,
Broken I, had I known I was never again to see her,
Or devastated if nothing in me can she remember?
Indeed, what for should she recall or I splinter,
To her I am the brief image - And she may be lost,
One is the angel and the other from the most
Devilish place of all, who distinguish? We are all ghosts,
And so Let this blur of beauty remain,
Though never shall I meet her again,
Nor my youth, my virtue - and those I once took pain
To dear and cherish. They are all ghosts, we are all ghosts,
For we do die every night from someone's memory in the bitter frost,
The same place where we damn all things once we loved the most,
Idly sipping some tea staring at an azure sky,
As my thoughts wandered to you, lips gently sighed,
A handful of sweet songs must be buried for a long while,
Wondering can I ever witness your smile?
Wondering can you ever see this poetry smile?
Beğendim.
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