Tag: cinta
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at each encounter of poetry
I wish I have the power to tell why poetry but I am too often seized by ‘what is the matter’ when at each encounter, I have much less left to say than before. Is it to excuse myself that it is you that don’t want to be said at all; or is it to…
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Stardust
Their brightness has traveled, continues to travel across the universes. But it is impossible to conceive these shining stars will die. Here is a lack of ability or availability to pronounce: we ancestors of Immanence (?) is not linear or historical or grammatical. bursts of signless… Silence Some stars shining now have long been gone.
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Random poem #5
Ce qui dure x Caprices (Paganini) Je t’aime avec ce que mon êtreA de plus fort contre la mortWhere is the heart that holds its fort, impenetrable against deathMon vrai cœur, celui qui s’attacheEt souffre depuis qu’il est néI love you with all my being stronger against deathCombien peu de passé subsiste !My ancient heart!…
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This poem is my ancestor
Keluasan lautMenyesak dadaNapas terpautPada rasa seluas maut”Cinta”, Sitor Situmorang
Salmonlilies 