![]() ![]() If they had been written by some famous poets, I get lucky enough to be able to retrace them and read them again and again. I take them ( the stars turned into poems) home with me, try to remember parts of them, and I ponder upon their meanings. Every time – among the many stars of the galaxy – there are some that shine so bright that their light lingers and persist well beyond the darkest hours. ![]() Some poems are read, others are recited, and others are spoken or performed. The majority of poems have been composed by the readers themselves, but others belong to famous or less famous authors. I am always impressed by the quality of what is being performed at these gatherings. What impresses me most is the sense of community, of belonging, and the strong desire to share the same passion, elevating the spirit and enriching it through this noble form of literary art that is poetry. The fact that a group of people manages to find regular time to get together and read, recite and perform poetry in a city like Hong Kong, where everyone runs around, busy with long working hours, endless business meetings, appointments, lunches and dinners, is already in itself quite admirable. ![]() The Peel Street Poetry gatherings at the Social Room, as well as the Poetry Outloud nights at the Fringe, are very much part of a Wednesday evening routine I can hardly do without now. ![]()
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