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[Penulis]
..poetry's most powerful lines ever written...
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 “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
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 “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
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Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy of being No-one’s sleep under so many eyelids.
~ Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus
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Love means to learn to look at yourself. The way one looks at distant things
~ Czeslaw Milosz, Love
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 Black 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
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 In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
~ Bertolt Brecht, In Dark Times
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I know that each one of us travels to love alone, alone to faith and to death.
I know it. I’ve tried it. It doesn’t help. Let me come with you.
~ Yannis Ritsos, Moonlight Sonata
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Writing is a puppy biting nothingness. Writing wounds without a trace of blood.
~ Mahmoud Darwish, Under Siege
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Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
~ Jalaluddin Rumi, Bewilderment
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Power is disgusting, like licking a barber’s hands.
~ Osip Mandelstam, Ariosto
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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her. I armed myself against Justice.
~ Arthur Rimbaud, Season in Hell (Prologue)
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Eros once again limb-loosener whirls me. Sweetbitter, impossible to fight off, creature stealing up.
~ Sappho, Fragment
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I don’t know how many souls I have. I’ve changed at every moment. I always feel like a stranger. I’ve never seen or found myself.
~ Fernando Pessoa, Untitled
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No, not under a foreign sky, No not cradled by foreign wings. Then I was with my people, I, With my people, there, sorrowing.
~ Anna Akhmatova, Requiem
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Woodcutter. Cut out my shadow. Free me from the torture of seeing myself fruitless.~ Federico Garcia Lorca, Song of the Barren Orange Tree
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I came into this world. Bringing only paper, rope, a shadow. To proclaim before the judgment. The voice that has been judged.
~ Bei Dao, The Answer
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The bird had come to the very end of its song and the tree was dissolving under its claws.
~ Miroslav Holub, The End Of the World
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It is good knowing that glasses are to drink from; the bad thing is not to know what thirst is for.
~ Antonio Machado, Songs & Proverbs
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Don’t imitate me; it’s as boring as the two halves of a melon.
~ Basho, Haiku
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Death is near because it is an idea not a body and love is distant because it is a body not an idea.
~ Adunis, Candlelight
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Post time 7-4-2017 02:21 PM
