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Billy Collins ( 1941-)
Forgetfulness



The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

 

A Paper Life
By: ^3wyl

paper
like Life
crumpled; ripped; tossed;
gone Forever
wasted.

 

A love affair

A boy and girl meet...

Anticipation
An assignation
What fascination
And expectation
A brief flirtation
Such adoration
Exhilaration
Cohabitation
Imagination
Disinformation
No explanation
A revelation
Dissatisfaction
A shared frustration
Exasperation
Recrimination
A nd accusation
Excruciation
A separation
What desperation
Joint deprivation
Much desolation
No resolution
No consolation

A boy and girl part...

by : Jackie Metcalfe

 

Sarah Manguso 1974-
What We Miss


Who says it's so easy to save a life? In the middle of an interview for
the job you might get you see the cat from the window of the seven-
teenth floor just as he's crossing the street against traffic, just as
you're answering a question about your worst character flaw and lying
that you are too careful. What if you keep seeing the cat at every
moment you are unable to save him? Failure is more like this than like
duels and marathons. Everything can be saved, and bad timing pre-
vents it. Every minute, you are answering the question and looking
out the window of the church to see your one great love blinded by
the glare, crossing the street, alone.

 

TAHU

tahukah kamu...
ini hari rabu...
besok kamis...
dan lusa jumat...


tahukah kamu...?

bukan, aku manusia...

 

In the Heart of tears

A star runs across the sky
And plunges headlong into the infinity
And is lost for ever.
It looks simple.
A star less.
But the universe goes on,
Locked in its own speed and committed glory,
Unmindful of anybody's pain or pleasure
Loss or gain!
A star is lost, thousands are born,
To join the race for the space.
One go, and is replaced by thousands.
I wonder why it is all happening.
Why then do we have to feel the separation,
And the loss?
Why are tears our immediate refuge?
Why are our hearts so tender and sensible?
Why could we not have been hardened at source?
There would then be no pain, no tear, no heartbreak.
Are we not mistaking this life for a field of tears?
Maybe yes!
But then we would not be human.
There is a price to pay
For being human!
And that is the everlasting beauty and glory of it:
To be made in the image of the maker himself!
For tenderness and tears are the other names of love.

by : Mohabeer Beeharry

 

T. S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Prelude 1




The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o`clock.
The burnt-out ends of smokey days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And news papers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.

And then the lighting of the lamps.

 

Jangan tanya
Apa yang kulakukan di tempat ini
Duduk terdiam menunggu senja
Di mana sinar matahari semakin membara
Kesunyian di antara kegaduhan
Mengembalikan pikiranku ke dunia

Jangan tanya
Apa yang akan kulakukan
Selama angin masih menghembus
Dan darahku masih mengalir
Inilah langkah yang kutempuh
Suatu ketidakpastian.

Jangan tanya
Di mana aku sekarang.
Karena aku tidak pernah melangkah.

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A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

by : Edgar Allan Poe

 

JUMAT


ini hari jumat
jangan sampai kumat
apalagi kuwalat

ini hari jumat
semoga semua selamat
dan mendapat berkat

 

Terlintas di benakku
untuk selalu mencintaimu
Tapi apa daya
Jiwaku tidak di sini

Seperti batu yang dilempar ke kolam
Demikianlah harapanku sirna
Jatuh ke bawah
Tanpa ada cahaya mentari

Datanglah hai bidadari
Ke dalam kegelapan ini
Agar suatu hari nanti
Diriku dapat kembali terbang

 

Stuck In The Past,

Old memories, old actions, old regrets,
It seems someone never forgets,
They seem to return over and over again,
When will they disappear,
when when ..........