She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light	5
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,	10
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,	15
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

-Lord Byron

Lord Byron adalah penyair inggris yang juga merupakan salah satu pelopor gerakan romantisme. Byron was celebrated in life for aristocratic excesses including huge debts, numerous love affairs, rumours of a scandalous incesruous liaison with his half sister and self-imposed exile. It has been speculated that he suffered from bipolar I disorder or maniac depression.

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hujan bulan juni

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

dihapuskannya 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- 

Maka, kudoakan kamu bisa setabah sebijak dan searif hujan di bulan juni hari ini, bei.

Iya, hujan hari ini turun buat kamu.

Love you :*

-William Shakespeare-

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?  

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?  

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

in beastly

Having A Coke With You
Having a coke with you
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian,
Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you
partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it

in the warm New York 4 o'clock light
we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all
just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look at you
and I would rather look at you than all the potraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

Hujan Bulan Juni

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