Am always intrigued by poems since young. Though I never really got to knowing them very well, they still always amaze me by holding so much meaning in so little words.

i drew a line
through yesterday
on one side now

on the other, _____

Such a depressing stanza. The last word from the poem was 'childhood', but I figured it should be just kept blank. Arbitrary lines, seemingly non-existent yet appearing everywhere.

The full poem of 'After a birthday' as below,

I drew a line through yesterday

On one side, now,

and on the other, childhood

The line was not quite straight

wavering partly because one's hand trembles

at such a closing-off of innocence

partly because i doubted

that one could demarcate so easily

good from bad, past from present

i from me

in the high country

men built drystone walls

for miles, or planted hedges

bordering against neighbour and nature

not seeing that, beneath,

it is one earth

or that one cannot simply

wall out what does not please one

all the king's horses


On that note, this just came on the radio.

I drew a line for you,
and it was all yellow..

Beautiful.