...Meme SASTERA...

seribulan

Name up to three in each category that have moved you or stayed with you, and for extra credit (heh), quote a favorite line or passage.

Poem

Play

Short story or novel

WhiskeyScotch

Poem:

“tak ada yang lebih tabah
dari hujan bulan Juni
dirahasiakannya rintik rindunya
kepada pohon berbunga itu

tak ada yang lebih bijak
dari hujan bulan Juni
dihapusnya jejak-jejak kakinya
yang ragu-ragu di jalan itu

tak ada yang lebih arif
dari hujan bulan Juni
dibiarkannya yang tak terucapkan
diserap akar pohon bunga itu”

― Sapardi Djoko Damono, Hujan Bulan Juni


Play:

“Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.”

― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Short story or novel:

“Maha Suci Engkau Ya Allah, yang telah menciptakan perasaan. Maha Suci Engkau yang telah menciptakan ada dan tiada. Hidup ini adalah penghambaan. Tarian penghambaan yang sempurna. Tak ada milik dan pemilik selain Engkau. Tak ada punya dan mempunyai selain Engkau. Tetapi mengapa Kau harus menciptakan perasaan?

Mengapa Kau harus memasukkan bongkah yang disebut dengan "perasaan" itu pada mahkluk ciptaanMu? Perasaan kehilangan...perasaan memiliki...perasaan mencintai...

Kami tak melihat, Kau berikan mata; kami tak mendengar, Kau berikan telinga; Kami tak bergerak, Kau berikan kaki. Kau berikan berpuluh-puluh nikmat lainnya. Jelas sekali, semua itu berguna! Tetapi mengapa Kau harus menciptakan bongkah itu? Mengapa Kau letakkan bongkah perasaan yang seringkali menjadi pengkhianat sejati dalam tubuh kami. Mengapa? ”

― Tere Liye, Hafalan Shalat Delisa

bianglala

POEM

KEKASIH (USMAN AWANG)

Akan kupintal buih-buih
menjadi tali
mengikatmu
akan kuanyam gelombang-gelombang
menjadi hamparan
ranjang tidurmu

akan kutenun awan-gemawan
menjadi selendang
menudungi rambutmu

akan kujahit bayu gunung
menjadi baju
pakaian malammu

akan kupetik bintang timur
menjadi kerongsang
menyinari dadamu

akan kujolok bulan gerhana
menjadi lampu
menyuluhi rindu

akan kurebahkan matari
menjadi laut malammu
menghirup sakar madumu

Kekasih, hitunglah mimpi
yang membunuh realiti
dengan syurga ilusi.

PLAY

UDA DAN DARA (USMAN AWANG)

UDA : Dara, jika kata gurau itu melukai hatimu, tak abang ulangi lagi. Lupakanlah segala kesedihan, sekarang abang telah pulang : pulang mengisi janji yang dijanjikan.

DARA : Abang Uda, pulangmu bersambut harapan. Tapi hati hamba entah mengapa sedih hiba tak menentu. Seakan ada yang buruk bakal berlaku.

UDA : Dara, dulu pun ditebat ini hatimu gundah. Tapi sekarang, bulan tidak disaput awan, desa ini sudah berbulan sudah berbintang. Untuk kita, Dara.

DARA : Hamba tengok Abang Uda semakin kurus.

UDA : Mata abang juga menatap demikian, adikku pucat bulan kesiangan. Tapi, Dara, apalah disebutkan segala ini, esok ada orang membawa tepak, tepak berisi tanda hantaran, tepak pinangan mengisi semua permintaan.


SHORT STORY OR NOVEL.

HASLINA (USMAN AWANG).

Hanya seminggu saya berkenalan dengan Haslina.

Hanya seminggu lamanya saya bersama-sama dengannya - setiap malam - duduk di tepi kolam. Bulan semakin lama semakin tua juga. Semakin lama dia mengambang semakin jauh ke tengah malam. Dan akhirnya bulan mengambang pada waktu dinihari. Nyanyi pungguk sayup-sayup terdengar dan berayun-ayun dibuai angin malam - malam yang panjang.

Malam yang kedelapan saya datangi kolam. Haslina tiada di sana. Biasanya dialah yang menunggu saya, dialah yang lebih dulu sampai dan saya akan mengusiknya dengan membalingnya bunga-bunga kecil.

Tetapi malam itu Haslina tidak ada.

Bulan tidak ada.

Angin tidak membelai rasa. Daun-daun tidak lagi menari.

Dan kembang teratai kesayangannnya tidak ada lagi - sudah pergi.

Semuanya seakan-akan mati.

Dollyzzzz

POEM::
W H Auden

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


PLAY::
Puteri Gunung Ledang

“Apakan daya, tangan terikat dilangit, kaki terpasak dibumi, jasad tidak setanding mimpi” ~ Hang Tuah
“Layar berbelok-belok, sauh dibungkar di tempat tenang..Yang tinggal hati tak elok, yang pergi hati tak senang. Bila sampai waktu, kita akan bersama” – Hang Tuah
****

STORY OR SHORT NOVEL::
Me Before You - JoJo Moyes

-A veces, Clark, tú eres la única razón que tengo para levantarme por las maanas
(Sometimes, Clark, you're the only reason I have to get up in the morning)

Push yourself. Don’t settle. Wear those stripy legs with pride. And if you insist on settling down with some ridiculous bloke, make sure some of this is squirreled away somewhere. Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has alleviated something for me.

So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt. You changed my life so much more than this money will ever change yours.

Don’t think of me too often. I don’t want to think of you getting all maudlin. Just live well.

Just live.

Love,

Will

seribulan

Name up to three in each category that have moved you or stayed with you, and for extra credit (heh),
quote a favorite line or passage.

Poem
Dulce et decorum
The road not taken
If

Play
Measure for measure
Lady White Snake
Salome

Short story or novel
Secret Life of Walter Mitty
Shogun
Gone With The Wind


...To be or not to be...

QueenIsolde

POEM

Tetamu Senja ~ A. Samad Said
Kita datang ini hanya sebagai tetamu senja
Bila cukup detik kembalilah
Kita kepadanya
Kita datang ini kosong tangan dada
Bila pulang nanti bawa dosa bawa pahala

Pada tetamu yang datang dan
Kenal jalan pulang
Bawalah bakti mesra kepada
Tuhan kepada Insan
Pada tetamu yang datang
Dan lupa jalan pulang
Usahlah derhaka pula
Pada Tuhan kepada insan

Bila kita lihat manusia lupa tempat
Atau segera sesat puja darjat
Puja pangkat
Segera kita insaf kita ini punya kiblat
Segera kita ingat kita ini punya tekad

Bila kita lihat manusia terbiar larat
Hingga mesti merempat ke laut biru
Ke kuning darat
Harus kita lekas sedar penuh pada tugas
Harus kita tegas sembah
Seluruh rasa belas

Kita datang ini satu roh satu jasad
Bila pulang nanti bawa bakti padat berkat
Kita datang ini satu roh satu jasad
Bila pulang nanti bawa bakti padat berkat

~ A. Samad Said


PLAY

“Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

*Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet


SHORT STORY

“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.”

― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

cornfla1

Poem
I'm still a beginner in this, but I instantly love the first sentence from Burnt Kabob by Rumi.

Last year, I admired wines. This,
I'm wandering inside the red world

Last year, I gazed at the fire
This year I'm burnt kabob

Thirst drove me down to the water
Where I drunk the moon's reflection

Now I'm a lion staring up totally
Lost in love with the thing itself

Don't ask question about longing
Look in my face

Soul drunk, body ruined, these two
Sit helpless in a wrecked wagon
Neither knows how to fix it

And my heart, I'd say it was more
Like a donkey sunk in the mudhole
Struggling and miring deeper

But listen to me: for one moment
Quit being sad. Hear blessings
Dropping their blossoms
Around you. God.

Play
Whoops, not my genre.

Short story or novel

Laskar Pelangi - Andrea Hirata

“Jika hati kita tulus berada di dekat orang berilmu, kita akan disinari pancaran pencerahan, karena sesungguhnya kepintaran sangat mudah menjalar.”

QueenIsolde

POEM

Sajak Sang Semut – Fahd Razy
Apa khabar sebening nurani
yang telah kuladangi dulu- aku masih
seekor serangga yang kembali
memanjat ranting diri
setelah kutinggalkan
rerumput sunyi
menjadi renek di padang peribadi.

Apa khabar cakerawala dan petala bumi,
apa khabar para sahabat azali- ternyata
kau masih jujur menjadi keakraban hakiki,
akulah hidup dan kau kematian
akulah kerdil dan kau akal fikiran
akulah nafsu dan kau renungan
akulah cinta dan kau kemulusan
akulah ibadat dan kau kekhusyukan
akulah pengembara dan kau kerikil perjalanan
juga akulah fana, fana yang menggelepar
di kandang ujian
dan tetap kau istighfar yang berpanjangan
memimpin aku ke sarang asal
busut meninggi
dan tanah yang berlumpur tegal.

Aku merangkak di antara kalian
dari akar semi ke puncak rahsia tertinggi
dari benih putik ke buahan batini,
dedaun tersimbah embun maknawi
hijau dan ranumnya, aku
yang berteduh
membilang saujana rezeki.

Di negeri inilah
aku sesat mencari sekeping matahari
betapa makin kuterokai lalang diri
semakin aku adalah semut-Mu
semakin aku-
akulah semut-Mu.

– FAHD RAZY

PLAY

Antony:
O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
By looking back what I have left behind
'Stroyed in dishonour.

Cleopatra:
O my lord, my lord,
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought
You would have followed.

Antony:
Egypt, thou knew'st too well
My heart was to thy rudder tied by th' strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after. O'er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
Command me.

Cleopatra:
O, my pardon!

Antony:
Now I must
To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lowness, who
With half the bulk o' th' world played as I pleased,
Making and marring fortunes. You did know
How much you were my conqueror, and that
My sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.

Cleopatra:
Pardon, pardon!

Antony:
Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss.
Even this repays me.
We sent our schoolmaster; is 'a come back?
Love, I am full of lead. Some wine
Within there, and our viands! Fortune knows
We scorn her most when she offers blows.”

― William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

NOVEL

“Bleak, dark, and piercing cold, it was a night for the well-housed and fed to draw round the bright fire, and thank God they were at home; and for the homeless starving wretch to lay him down and die. Many hunger-worn outcasts close their eyes in our bare streets at such times, who, let their crimes have been what they may, can hardly open them in a more bitter world.”

― Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

HoneyManjer

Poem
The Road Not Taken
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,”

Play
Hmm...not into play...huhu

Short story / novel
1) a walk to remember
“Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it” - landon carter -

2) me before you
“Live boldly, push yourself, don’t settle” - will traynor -

3) frozen
“Some people are just worth melting for” - olaf -

mintu

Poem
I wondered lonely as a cloud by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.


The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Play
romeo and juliet
        "When i saw you,  I fell in love,
and you smiled because you knew."
William Shakespeare

short story/novel
When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however impropable, must be the truth?

"You will not apply my precept," he said, shaking his head. "How often have I said to you thatwhen you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains,however improbable, must be the truth? We know that he did not come through the door, the window, or the chimney. We also know that he could not have been concealed in the room, as there is no concealment possible. When, then, did he come?"
The Sign of the Four, ch. 6 (1890)
Sherlock Holmes inThe Sign of the Four(Doubleday p. 111)

fgsp

Poem

“My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.”

Charles Bukowski

Play

Shakespeares: Much Ado About Nothing
                    
Act I, Scene 2

A room in LEONATO’s house.

              
---
[Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, meeting]

Leonato. How now, brother! Where is my cousin, your son?
hath he provided this music?
Antonio. He is very busy about it. But, brother, I can tell 305
you strange news that you yet dreamt not of.
Leonato. Are they good?
Antonio. As the event stamps them: but they have a good
cover; they show well outward. The prince and Count
Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley in mine 310
orchard, were thus much overheard by a man of mine:
the prince discovered to Claudio that he loved my
niece your daughter and meant to acknowledge it
this night in a dance: and if he found her
accordant, he meant to take the present time by the 315
top and instantly break with you of it.
Leonato. Hath the fellow any wit that told you this?
Antonio. A good sharp fellow: I will send for him; and
question him yourself.
Leonato. No, no; we will hold it as a dream till it appear 320
itself: but I will acquaint my daughter withal,
that she may be the better prepared for an answer,
if peradventure this be true. Go you and tell her of it.
[Enter Attendants]
Cousins, you know what you have to do. O, I cry you 325
mercy, friend; go you with me, and I will use your
skill. Good cousin, have a care this busy time.

Novel

The Stranger by Albert Camus

Meursault, the narrator, is a young man living in Algiers. After receiving a telegram informing him of his mother's death, he takes a bus to Marengo, where his mother had been living in an old persons' home. He sleeps for almost the entire trip. When he arrives, he speaks to the director of the home.

hiswife

Poem - life's brief candle (william shakespeare)

Its just so so saddd

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more, it is a tale"



Play - Merchant of Venice (william shakespeare)

My ultimate fave. Lots of humanity issues discussed. It makes u thinking.

"He hath disgraced me, and hindered me half a million, laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies—  and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions,
senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?"

*ignore the race/religion mentioned. The message here is we are all the same no matter what our beliefs and skin colours are- we're humans. We all bleed red. We cry tears. You hurt me because i am different than u. But just like u, i feel the pain when being hurt.



Short story or novel - The Pencil

A victim who was blamed. Even the teacher didnt believe him. He was never the same good quiet boy ever since. He became rebelious. But deep down, he was still that good boy.

"The teacher never paid any attention to Zahid when he raised his hand in class and he was always too shy to speak out. But he never blamed Mr. Jamal. "I'M SO SMALL," he said softly, "WHO WOULD EVER TAKE NOTICE OF ME?""

Clefairy

Poem
Ulysses

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy’d
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour’d of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro’ soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

   There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.


Play
"Terror made me cruel"
-Wuthering Heights


Short story or novel
There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense
Jane Austen
Pride and Prejudice

loveammar

poem :

ll the World's a Stage by William Shakespeare

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

play :

ROMEO:
I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized.
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

JULIET:
What man art thou that thus bescreened in
night
So stumblest on my counsel?

short story/ novel :

Sometimes, we just don't appreciate those people who really care for us until they leave us or until we lose them. Then, it would be too late for regrets. Outer beauty doesn't matter; it's the inner one that counts. It's better to tell someone how much you love them now rather than to not tell them and lose them without telling them.

Love is when we fight till the very last minute just to show and tell someone how much we love them to live life without regrets.

-LOVE FAITH DESTINY...

friedfishsoup

Poem:

You broke my heart,

Why did you have to go?

I loved you

Or at least i thought i did.

You told me

"i would never leave you"

Did you really mean that?

Well, obviously not.

You broke my heart,

We were doing just fine.

I was doing just fine,

Untill you came along,

You swept me off my feet,

Made me feel loved for the first time.

I wish i could wake up with amnesia,

and forget all these stupid little things.

I really thought you loved me.

I was happy,

but now im not fine at all.

play:

you should look like an innocent flower, but be like the snake that hides underneath the flower.

-Macbeth

short stories.

-the tell tale hearz by Edgar Allan Poe.

- the cask of amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe.

- Book of Brownies by Enid blyton.

favourite line.

-Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing."oscar Wilde (The Picture Of Dorian Gray)

Vignette

Poem
Nikmat by A.Samad Said 2008
"Segala yang dihasrat,
Tapi tak dapat,
Adalah nikmat yang paling padat...

Play
Cant think of any at the moment

Novel
"If you begin to give away parts of yourself,eventually you'll give it all. And once you have lost yourself,haven't you lost everything? "
-for the roses-

gwenmountain

POEM

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?

- Edgar Allan Poe

PLAY

Shadows cannot see themselves in the mirror of the sun

— Evita Peron

SHORT STORY / NOVEL

Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?
We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person's essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

nano16

Poem -  Tapi by Sutardji Calzoum Bachri
Aku bawakan bunga padamu
tapi kau bilang masih
aku bawakan resahku padamu
tapi kau bilang hanya
aku bawakan darahku padamu
tapi kau bilang cuma
aku bawakan mimpiku padamu
tapi kau bilang meski
aku bawakan dukaku padamu
tapi kau bilang tapi
aku bawakan mayatku padamu
tapi kau bilang hampir
aku bawakan arwahku padamu
tapi kau bilang kalau
tanpa apa aku datang padamu
wah !


Play

Cassius, priming Brutus to join the conspiracy against Caesar  (Julius Caesar)
“Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”

Short story or novel

Tenggelamnya kapal van der wijck-hamka
‘Kerana apabila saya bertemu dengan engkau, maka matamu yg sebagai bintang timur itu sentiasa menghilangkan susun kataku’

Kaktusnia

bianglala replied at 30-1-2018 10:40 AM
POEM

KEKASIH (USMAN AWANG)

Wah Puisi tu nia ingat la Ada lagu.ingat bait2 first .X sangka tu puisi

Kaktusnia

The Lake Isle of Innisfree
W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Suka poem ni.sebab setiap Kali baca boleh terbayang mcm diri sendiri dok kt innisfree.boleh terbayang cantiknya tmpt tu

Play..X minat.nia minat Harry Potter.tapi bila buku latest yg tajuk cursed child tu kuar xbeli sebab xde feel nk baca play.

Short story,tajuk dia di bawah pohon rambutan.xingat siapa penulis.xde pun quote yg memorable.tp cerita ni sgt terkesan sebab dia puitis.penulis dia,hebat sebab boleh buat 1 short story Yg bila baca setaraf novel cinta.sayang sgt sebab x ingat nama buku dan penulis ni