Pulse

Wang Gungwu, Head, East Asia Institute, National University of Singapore

My Ruins

In spite of all I feel

About evil socialities,

My heart is torn within:

The seal

Of faith to myself is broken,

And for brief, painful moments

I think old thoughts.

A picture of a hopeless past,

Of an untouched chin

And a virgin cheek,

Frames my mind in ruins.

Then I lose my mirth to duty

And shade my sight from well worn beauty.

Contents

• Introduction by Philip Holden
• To Tigerland
• Pulse
• The Vision of No-Love
• Plus One
• Investment
• Moon Thoughts
• Fantasia
• Mata Ikan Laughter
• Municipal Prose-Poem
• Ahmad
• Three Faces of Night
• My Ruins

Last Modified: 25 July, 2002