Last night I dreamt in Chinese.
Eating Yankee shredded wheat
I said it in English
To a friend who answered
All of which I understood.
The dream shrank to its fiction.
I had understood its end
Many years ago. The sallow child
Ate rice from its ricebowl
And hides still in the cupboard
With the china and tea-leaves.
About this poem
This poem, representing Malaysia, is part of The Written World – our collaboration with BBC radio to broadcast a poem from every single nation competing in London 2012.