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Lynn Moe Swe

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The ominous rain

A flower
mustn’t
tail
her own scent.
If I have to be absolutely honest, my yearning is to blame.
Lest the flower be wasted
I’ve left her alone, intact on her mother plant.
Now —
like desolate clouds
I am on edge.
Whenever I get the scent of rain
I am on tenterhooks.

© Translation: 2017, ko ko thett

The ominous rain

© 2015, Lynn Moe Swe
From: News That Stays News
Publisher: Beauty Flame Books, Yangon

Lynn Moe Swe

Lynn Moe Swe

(Burma, 1976 - 2017)

The funeral I wrote down happens today.  
Or, does it?

The opening lines of “Until the end of the wake” by Lynn Moe Swe anticipate afterlife. Lynn Moe Swe, one of Myanmar’s most outstanding poets of his generation, died of Dylan-Thomas Syndrome - aka alcohol poisoning - in the wee hours of Monday, September 18, in his hometown Monywa. He was 41.

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The ominous rain

Until the end of the wake

Close

The ominous rain

A flower
mustn’t
tail
her own scent.
If I have to be absolutely honest, my yearning is to blame.
Lest the flower be wasted
I’ve left her alone, intact on her mother plant.
Now —
like desolate clouds
I am on edge.
Whenever I get the scent of rain
I am on tenterhooks.

© 2017, ko ko thett
From: News That Stays News

The ominous rain

A flower
mustn’t
tail
her own scent.
If I have to be absolutely honest, my yearning is to blame.
Lest the flower be wasted
I’ve left her alone, intact on her mother plant.
Now —
like desolate clouds
I am on edge.
Whenever I get the scent of rain
I am on tenterhooks.

© 2017, ko ko thett

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