Sari's posts with tag: poems
Posted by Sari on May 23, '07 11:25 PM for everyone 
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Posted by Sari on Apr 26, '07 1:09 PM for everyone 
I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too --
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
Posted by Sari on Apr 26, '07 12:53 PM for everyone 
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
- Lord Byron
Posted by Sari on Apr 25, '07 10:37 PM for everyone 
Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.
Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.
Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,
So that our dream might reply
to the sky's questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.
Posted by Sari on Sep 27, '06 2:27 PM for everyone Aku adalah KAU
Apakah aku masih buta YA ALLAH, saat aku menganggap aku ini tolol dengan segala tindakku ?
Aku adalah KAU
Apakah aku masih kafir YA ALLAH, pada saat aku marah pada diriku sendiri ?
Aku adalah KAU
Apakah aku berpikir terlalu jauh YA ALLAH bahwa aku adalah KAU ?
Bagaimana mungkin bagiku YA ALLAH...
Aku perempuan yang tak berdaya apapun tanpaMU, mengatakan aku adalah KAU ?
NUR MU bersemayam di qalbuku maka dari itu aku adalah KAU ?
YA ALLAH...apa jadinya aku apa bila aku adalah KAU ?
Aku adalah KAU
Aku mungkin melakukan hal hal yang bodoh dan tak terarah
Merasakan dan memikirkan hal hal yang bukan KAU...
Padahal aku adalah KAU....
Kalau aku adalah KAU....
Bagaimana aku salah dan bodoh ?
KAU tak pernah salah dan tak akan pernah bodoh !!!!!!
Aku ????
Bulan maret hari ke dua puluh delapan tahun ke 2003
Posted by Sari on May 28, '06 12:09 PM for everyone
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1829)
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- a 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.
Posted by Sari on May 24, '06 10:11 PM for everyone  THERE IS A GREY EYE
There is a grey eye that tears are thronging
Fixed with longing on Eire's shore.
It shall never see o'er the waste of waters
The sons and daughters of Eire more.
Its glance goes forth, o'er the brine wave-broken,
Away from the firm-set oaken seat;
Many the tears from that grey eye streaming
The faint far gleaming of Eire to meet.
For indeed my soul is set upon Erin
And all joys therin from Linnhe to Lene,
On each fair prospect of proud Ultonia,
Mild Momonia and Meath, the Green.
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