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[Penulis]
..poetry's most powerful lines ever written...
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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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We are so bound up in discord. The centuries cannot disentangle us. I’m a warlock, you’re a wolf. We’re close In the continuous dictionary of earth.
~ Arseny Tarkovsky, Song Under the Bullet
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It’s this way: being captured is beside the point, the point is not to surrender.
~ Nazim Hikmet, It’s This Way
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Life is perhaps lighting up a cigarette in the narcotic repose between two love-makings.
~ Forough Farrokhzad, Another Birth
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 “Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.”
― Kahlil Gibran
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 “If you are a dreamer come in
If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar
A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer
If youre a pretender com sit by my fire
For we have some flax golden tales to spin
Come in!
Come in!”
― Shel Silverstein
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Category: Belia & Informasi
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Post time 7-4-2017 02:24 PM
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