Andrew To
Andrew To
Andrew Tois a member of the Wong Tai Sin District Council, Hong Kong. Of Hakka ancestry, he is the former chairman of League of Social Democrats from 2010 to 2011, succeeding Wong Yuk-man. His wife, Jackie Hung, was a leader of Civil Human Rights Front and Justice and Peace Commission of the Hong Kong Catholic Diocese...
soul body casting
Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.
tree shade green
Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.
sweet flower herbs
How could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned, but in herbs and flowers?
fall way rowing
And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.
kings flower thinking
And now, when I have summed up all my store, Thinking (so I myself deceive) So rich a chaplet thence to weave As never yet the King of Glory wore, Alas! I find the serpent old, That, twining in his speckled breast, About the flowers disguised does fold With wreaths of fame and interest.
men years circles
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining always, disappears In the weak circles of increasing years; And his short tumults of themselves compose, While flowing Time above his head does close.
sea dutch propriety
This indigested vomit of the Sea,Fell to the Dutch by Just Propriety.
self rose dew
See how the Orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn Into the blowing roses, Yet careless of its mansion new; For the clear region where 'twas born Round in its self encloses: And in its little globes extent, Frames as it can its native element.
two bears world
The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.
love despair strange
My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.
mean eye memorable
He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try.
life summer crush
What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
song lying thinking
But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace.
love lines may
As lines, so loves oblique, may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours, so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.