There’s no such thing
as a classless society
even if the patriots sing
No blue blood aristocracy
but those trembled in needs
with no jobs, no money
are a class of their own
pushed and patronized
by the joy luck classes
chanting in Salem’s fervor,
“Beggars are losers!”
Tag: poem
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compartmentalized
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what the lotus knows
She walks toward the end
An inch closer, eyes closed;
Then one leap into the air
She vanishes into the water
Where no fate can stalk her
No care of the world anymore
But only the lotus flower
To forget the memories evermore.
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Music in my head
The gramophone
In the mind’s chamber
Plays the heart’s leitmotif;
The fugue of remorses
In staccatos of ifs
Flitting on the notes
Changing sharps, clefs
Hanging on the five staff
From lento, largo, adagio
To allegro, presto, prestissimo
All baroque without a coda -
Polaris
Sirius is the South Star
The prettiest rainbow star
Glowing with the sun’s halo
The brightest, biggest Dog Star
Chasing the chariot of Apollo
From the sunrise to the sunset
Bringing the dog days of summer. -
Moonlight Sonata
For all those years gone by
I can’t just look back and
say, “They’re gone away,”
For all that time, I lived
Liked, hoped, cried, laughed
With five faces of a fool;
Still dreams I dreamt before
Are beckoning me smiling
Under a diaphanous veil
Of luminescent moonlight. -
Twilight
The hoofs are galloping
The wheels are racing
The Sun Chariot is nearing
To the end of the horizon;
The day’s memory follows
In a sweet soft twilight
With pale hues of sunshine
Reflecting on the windows
Of the beholder, bidding
Time return from yesterdays.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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