The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere / The ceremony of innocence is drowned; / The best lack all conviction, while the worst/ Are full of passionate intensity '
The Second Coming', William Butler Yeats
“Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.”
-Jhumpa Lahiri, Interpreter of Maladies
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am."
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave / Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; / Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. / I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned
'Dirge Without Music', Edna St. Vincent Millay
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love / If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles
'Leaves of Grass', Walt Whitman
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! / The world forgetting, by the world forgot. / Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! / Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd
'Eloisa to Abelard', Alexander Pope
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, / Or bends with the remover to remove: / O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, / That looks on tempests, and is never shake
'Sonnet 116', William Shakespeare
“It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.”
- Harper Lee, To Kill A Mockingbird
SEBELUM NYAWA TERLEPAS RAGA
Oleh Hartono "Jhon Witir"
Ketika tahta menguasai jiwa
Ketika mimpi tak beralas hati nurani
Tak peduli apa kata mereka
Bahkan Tuhan pun dianggap tiada
Saat logika berpikir nafas tak berakhir
Saat jiwa merasa menang tak kan ada lawan
Tak ada rasa takut akan hari kemudian
Karna rasa itu tlah tertutup bisikan syetan
Sadarlah wahai jiwa yang zolim
Kemenangan yang kau rasa sebenarnya adalah kekalahan
Surga yang kau rasa di dunia, sesungguhnya jalanmu ke neraka
Segeralah bersujud mohon ampunaNya
Sebelum nyawa terlepas dari raga
Tidak kah cukup bagimu tertulis berita
Kematian Fir'aun yang melegenda
Mama.jt replied at 2-4-2017 02:28 PM
“It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, w ...
whooopppssss...sorry, sorry.ni bukan poetry but quotes from book, salah thread :mad:
Mama.jt replied at 2-4-2017 03:36 PM
whooopppssss...sorry, sorry.ni bukan poetry but quotes from book, salah thread
Post je balik sana{:1_141:}
PURNAMA TANPA AKHIR CERITA
Oleh Astrie Linda
Kuceritakan lagi tentang purnama..
Suatu hari..
Pernah kubayangkan perihnya melihat purnama tersenyum dan pergi menuju arah yang berlawanan
Tepat!
Dipermulaan bulan Dzulhijah
Purnama akan segera pergi
Dan kotak hitam yang mengapung itu akan terseret ombak kehidupan
Hingga ia hilang tanpa arah yang pasti
Tidak ada akhir cerita..
Terima kasih kuucap untuk yang kesekian kali
Atas kesetiaanmu menemani menghiasi mimpi
Sampai aku terbangun kembali dan menyadari
Bahwa banyak nikmat Tuhan patut disyukuri
Kuingatkan padamu, simpan rapat rahasia yang pernah kubisikkan dimalam itu..
Malam indah yang sinarmu begitu sempurna
Cerita kita tidak akan pernah berakhir, Purnama
Karena Purnama akan selalu ada pada setiap waktunya..
http://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1434625177p2/656983.jpg “All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
http://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1364566200p2/4026.jpg “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
http://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1183232004p2/7715.jpg “We love the things we love for what they are.”
― Robert Frost
http://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1423576103p2/10547.jpg “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
― E.E. Cummings
http://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1393978633p2/879.jpg “Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
― Plato
http://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1183232004p2/7715.jpg “Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.”
― Robert Frost
https://i0.wp.com/thewire.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Rilke_-Wikimedia-Commons.jpg?resize=245%2C329
Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy of being No-one’s sleep under so many eyelids.
~ Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus
https://i2.wp.com/thewire.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Czeslaw-Milosz_NobelPrize.org_.jpg?resize=235%2C329
Love means to learn to look at yourself. The way one looks at distant things
~ Czeslaw Milosz, Love
https://i1.wp.com/thewire.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Paul-Celan_Wikimedia-Commons.jpg?resize=220%2C312Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at night we drink and drink we scoop out a grave in the sky where it’s roomy to lie
~ Paul Celan, Death Fugue