I.

Poems

a. Bonsai by Edith Tiempo

b. The Sea by Natividad Marquez
c. Beyond Forgetting by Rolando Carbonel
d. Sa Babateng Naghubo sa Baybayon sa Ubong by
Renee Amper

Prepared By:
TITLE OF THE POEM = BONSAI
Theme of bonsai = The theme of Edith L. Tiempo's "Bonsai" is control of
emotions

(SPEAKER )
Edith L. Tiempo, - poet, fictionist, teacher and literary critic was one of
the finest Filipino writers in English whose works are characterized by a
remarkable fusion of style and substance, of craftsmanship and insight.
She was born on April 22, 1919 in Bayombong, Nueva Vizcaya.
All that I love
I fold over once
And once again
And keep in a box It’s utter sublimation,A feat, this heart’s
controlMoment to momentTo scale all love
Or a slit in a hollow post
downTo a cupped hand’s size.
Or in my shoe

All that I love? Till seashells are broken piecesFrom God’s

Why, yes but for the moment- own bright teeth,All life and love are
realThings you can run andBreathless
And for all time, both.
hand overTo the merest chid.
Something that folds and keeps
easy,
Son’s note, or Dad’s one gaudy tie,
A roto picture of a young queen
A blue Indian shawl, even
A money bill.
acab
TITLE: BEYOND FORGETTING BY : ROLANDO CARBONELL
MOOD OR TONE: SAD

WHO IS THE SPEAKER: ROLANDO CARBONNEL

Dr. Rolando A. Carbonell was born on October 23,
1946. He died on December 15, 2009 at age 63. We know that
Rolando Carbonell had been residing in Calexico, Imperial
County, California 92231.
- He was a poet, an author and an educator.
Beyond Forgetting a moment I thought I
could forget you.For a moment I thought I
could still the restlessness in my heart.I
though the past could no longer haunt me
nor hurt me.How wrong I was!For the
past, no matter how distant, is as much a
part of me as life itself.
And you are part of that life. You are so
much a part of me of my dreams, my
early hopes, my youth and my ambitions
that in all tasks I can’t help remembering
you.Many little delights and things remind
me of you. Yes, I came. And would my
pride mock my real feelings? Would the
love song, the sweet and lovely smile on
your face, be lost among the deepening
shadows?
I have wanted to be alone. I thought I could make
myself forget you In silence and in song… And yet
I remembered.For who could forget the memory
of the once lovely, the once beautiful, the once
happy world such as ours?I came because the
song that I kept through the years is waiting to be
sung. I cannot sing it without you. The song when
sung alone will lose the essence of its tune,
because you and I had been one.
I have wanted this misery to end, because it is
part of my restlessness. Can’t you understand?
Can’t you divine the depth and tenderness of my
feelings towards you?Yes, can’t you see how I
suffer in this even darkness without you?You
went away because you mistook my silence for
indifference. But silence, my dear, is the language
of my heart.
How could I essay the intensity of
my love when silence speaks a
more eloquent tone? But perhaps,
you didn’t understand…Remember,
I came, because the gnawing
loneliness is there and will be lost
until the music is sung, until the
poem is heard, until the silence is
understood…until you come to me
again.For you alone can blend
music and memory into one
consuming ecstasy. You alone…
ANGCA