Poems, Anne Lee Tzu Pheng
Maria S. Mendes
though we know we can never be heroes,
though we remain clodhoppers and goose-girls;
and some of us, unredeemed,
starve in our candied houses
and devour our children.
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though we know we can never be heroes,
though we remain clodhoppers and goose-girls;
and some of us, unredeemed,
starve in our candied houses
and devour our children.
Singapore was, until 1965, a British colony. Generations of us were brought up on a diet of English literature which was itself a vessel of British culture. Many young writers in Singapore tended to set their fiction in an English landscape, using objects and references to things British. The landscape of home – Singapore, and Malaysia which had always been culturally close to us – did not feature comfortably in our writings. The landscape had not yet been “ratified” in our imagination.
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