Dear Vachel,  Let the Bread's Rhyme



I am longing for disturbing evening

Miserable floating in regardless owl weeping

Lost boy with lost path

Dying in the hands of wrath


I am longing for Your existance

But no one comes over

Except you the lost one like me

You're not Imogen

The one I need most.


Et ego petrarca in lingua vetera scribo

Selected Poems 1999 - 2002


Sunday, October 12, 2008

Kepada Jiwa Yang Berpikir

Ode to William Blake

 

 

Jiwa yang suci adalah jiwa yang berpikir

Mengetahui hal yang perlu dipikir

Tanpa guru, tanpa buku

Hanya intuisi akal yang bersatu dengan alam malaikat.

 

Jiwa yang suci itu,

Melihat dalam tidur dan jaga.

Memanjat tinggi sampai alam yang tak terlihat

Mempengaruhi

Menyentuh

Materi alam yang menimbulkan mukjizat.

 

Tingkat tertinggi dalam kehidupan manusia

Wakil terpercaya di muka bumi

Keluberan rasa cintaNya

Menerangi kekeringan jiwanya.

 

 

(1996)

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Romance

Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

- Edgar Allan Poe

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