Bulan Merah
lalu ditenggak darah bulan merah
lolongnya yang serigala hingga ujung benua
sebayang lindap sebayang lindap melayar-layar
bulan merah mengucur airmata
dengusnya yang api memunahkan negeri-negeri
sebusur waktu sebusur waktu meluncur-luncur
tatap bulan merah di waktu malam merapat di ubun-ubun
hingga purnamanya penuh sempurna
sebugil bulat sebugil bulan menggigil-gigil
o, bulan merah di puncak sunyi geliat sepi amuknya!
Tags: poem
I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.
Jeffrey McDanielTwas a sheep not a lamb that strayed away
In the parable Jesus told,
A grown-up sheep that strayed away
From the ninety and nine in the fold.
And why for the sheep should we seek
And earnestly hope and pray?
Because there is danger when sheep go wrong;
They lead the lambs astray.
Lambs will follow the sheep, you know,
Wherever the sheep may stray.
When sheep go wrong, it won’t take long
Til the lambs are as wrong as they.
And so with the sheep we earnestly plead
For the sake of the lambs today,
For when sheep are lost, what a terrible cost
The lambs will have to pay!
Tags: poem
Yo no me callo
Perdone el ciudadano esperanzado
mi recuerdo de acciones miserables,
que levantan los hombres del pasado.
Yo predico un amor inexorable.
Y no me importa perro ni persona:
sólo el pueblo es en mí considerable:
sólo la Patria a mí me condiciona.
Pueblo y Patria manejan mi cuidado:
Patria y pueblo destinan mis deberes
y si logran matar lo levantado
por el pueblo, es mi Patria la que muere.
Es ése mi temor y mi agonía.
Por eso en el combate nadie espere
que se quede sin voz mi poesía.
Tags: poem
Soy un poeta sin ningún precepto
pero digo, sin lástima y sin pena:
no hay asesino bueno en mi concepto.
Tags: poem
I am 15 and you are 51, I know you are the best, to be loved by, everyone.
Santosh KalwarTags: inspirational love romance poem 51 15
[The Old Astronomer to His Pupil]
Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.
Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.
But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.
You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You 'have none but me,' you murmur, and I 'leave you quite alone'?
Well then, kiss me, -- since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it, -- that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.
I 'have never failed in kindness'? No, we lived too high for strife,--
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!
There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, 'Patience, Patience,' is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.
I have sown, like Tycho Brahe, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, 'twill disturb me in my sleep
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.
I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,--
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.
Tags: wisdom science kindness love poetry beauty patience weeping stars poem fame math astronomy humble awe mathematics sight venus goddess taint mars brahe calculations strife tycho-brahe
The.
World.
Is.
Not.
A.
Safe.
Place.
I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.
Philip LarkinTags: art poetry children youth poem poet letters-to-monica philip-larkin
Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.
Philip LarkinTags: poetry family youth poem poet letters-to-monica philip-larkin
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