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Tin Moe

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Old Guest

My cigar is burnt up
the red-brown sun about to set.
Will you take me home?

© Translation: 2013, Tin Moe

During incarceration, Tin Moe found this poem reproduced on the prison wall.

OLD GUEST

© 1959, Tin Moe
From: Hpan Mee Eain (The Glass Lantern)
Publisher: Mandalay University Writers\' Association, Mandalay

Tin Moe

Tin Moe

(Burma, 1933 - 2007)

“Poetry is my breath; poems are my bread,” Tin Moe once declared. He dedicated his life to poetry and the search for truth. Born in 1933 in a town in central Burma, Tin Moe began writing poetry for local magazines when he was 17. He went on to write poems regularly for local literary publications as a novice. Tin Moe’s early poems were influenced by leading Burmese writers of his day, who broke...

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Old Guest

My cigar is burnt up
the red-brown sun about to set.
Will you take me home?

© 2013, Tin Moe
From: Hpan Mee Eain (The Glass Lantern)

Old Guest

My cigar is burnt up
the red-brown sun about to set.
Will you take me home?

© 2013, Tin Moe

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