random poems

[Nowitzki]

actually i want to put this thread under Cerpen/Puisi forum, but i just realized that most of the poems i like are in english, so, yeah, i gather it all here (eventually, of course).

When i remember of robert frost, i couldnt forget his masterpiece, fire and ice.

Fire and Ice

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

This is becoming one of my favorites, along with road not taken and some poems of cummings and dickinson,
Somehow, i can feel the athmosphere of the poem. Yes, I know that either fire or ice could bring disaster to the world (or to someone's life). Now, i taste the ice, as fire was my past, and i know, sooner or later, this ice will eat me from the inside, the destruction that is caused by ice is totally different from fire. The flames will burn you down passionately into ashes, grasp everything with its might and tell its audience with a bold perfomance and statement.
Unlike fire, ice tends to be quieter. sliping through someone's heart with almost no trace to be found. Like a parasite, being so infectious and deadly. Still we have no idea that it's there, until it's too late.

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Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost

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A Patch of Old Snow

There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest. It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten --
If I ever read it.

Robert Frost

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[Nowitzki]

The Cherry Trees

The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
This early May morn when there is none to wed.

Edward Thomas

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Now I want to make a flashback to Emily Dickinson. In my poetry classes, her works were used by many of my classmates because she liked to have simple dictions and more understandable, though, in my point of view, she loved to question things through her poem. One of her notable work is this:

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you -- Nobody -- Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise -- you know!

How dreary -- to be -- Somebody!
How public -- like a Frog --
To tell one's name -- the livelong June --
To an admiring Bog!

Emily Dickinson

See! Her dictions are not too difficult to understand, we can chew it up easily. I feel so much alike with the theme in this poem, because I often feel "distinct". Some of my friends said that I have complex thoughts about simple thing, but I dont see it that way. This feeling had gone away for a while, and yet lately, I could sense that this creepy feeling is coming back. You know, when you feel that you are nobody and invisible. or the worst, high school once again.

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Emily Dickinson

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"Why do I love" You, Sir?

"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He's Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—

Emily Dickinson

[Nowitzki]

Now, let's talk about ee cummings. Poets who doesnt bother with the stuctures.
I read this poem several times before, but after watched In Her Shoes, I just realized how beautiful it is.
That's why I include the youtube video with it, try to listen to it.

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


E. E. CUMMINGS


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-y2a-F_Yk4


[love is more thicker than forget]

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky

E. E. CUMMINGS

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[Buffalo Bill 's]

Buffalo Bill 's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death

E. E. CUMMINGS

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whoa! whoa!
how could the structure is changed?

[Nowitzki]

I'm "wife" -- I've finished that

I'm "wife" -- I've finished that --
That other state --
I'm Czar -- I'm "Woman" now --
It's safer so --

How odd the Girl's life looks
Behind this soft Eclipse --
I think that Earth feels so
To folks in Heaven -- now --

This being comfort -- then
That other kind -- was pain --
But why compare?
I'm "Wife"! Stop there!

Emily Dickinson

From the feminist approach, this poems refers the comparison between a wife and a woman. Dickinson was not married, that is why she pointed out that married woman is never be free, always live behind the shadow of the husband. On the contrary, the unmarried woman can live freely, like a Czar.

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Purple Cow

I never saw a purple cow.
I never hope to see one.
But I can tell you anyhow
I'd rather see than be one.

Gelett Burgess