Aku sukakan kata-kata indah...dari puisi hinggalah ke lirik lagu. Aku sering berharap dapat menulis atau mengungkapkan kata-kata seindah puisi-puisi agung yang aku baca, bait-bait indah lagu-lagu meruntun jiwa yang sering ku dengar. Tapi aku rasa aku rigid orangnya..aku tahu apa yang aku rasa tapi tak tahu tentang bagaimana meluahkannya. Aku rasa aku bukanlah seorang yang romantik...yang lembut lidahnya dan memukau pertuturannya. Bukan tak pernah aku
Tapi aku percaya tiada kata-kata yang lebih indah dari kata-kata yang datang dari hati yang ikhlas dan niat yang murni...
Aku suka dua puisi ini...
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Pablo Neruda
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
And sweetest in the Gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb of Me.
Emily Dickinson
-Tentang harapan.
3 comments:
puisi2 jiwang karat..? romantika di tampoi..?
ohh..tiidaaakkk!!!
ahahahahaha...alaaaaa bagi can la gua nak jiwang sekali sekala hehehehe
sekali sekala?
bukan kau mmg selalu layan jiwang n blues ke? ekekeke..
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