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satu lagi...
~Sir Richard Fanshawe~
OF BEAUTY
Let us use it while we may
Snatch those joys that haste away!
Earth her winter coat may cast,
And renew her beauty past:
But, our winter come, in vain
We solicit spring again;
And when our furrows snow shall cover,
Love may return but never lover... |
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bulan wei..jam senget kat tk intan de lai ka? post office situ lai ka? hihi |
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ada abg aji...senget cam tu lerr.. |
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abg aji nak tgk
pi bod History ngan
Perak..n bod Photography
ada gambo jam tuh...
bangga teman...
ooppss..dah kuaw topik nih...
ps..badak tgh analyse ur poem
nanti kasik... |
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OF BEAUTY
Let us use it while we may
---gunakan kecantikan selagik kita boleh
Snatch those joys that haste away!
---rebutlah kegembiraan yg sekejap saja tuh
Earth her winter coat may cast,
---bumi, selepas musim sejuk berlalu
And renew her beauty past:
---akan kembali indah
But, our winter come, in vain
---tetapi kita bila tua akan gagal
We solicit spring again;
---mengembalikan kecantikan kita
And when our furrows snow shall cover,
---Bila keburukan kita dilindungi mekap
Love may return but never lover...
---Hanya Cinta yg kekal bukan kekasih |
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When last we parted, thou wert young and fair, ...
How beautiful let fond remembrance say! ...
Alas! since then old time has stolen away
Full thirty years, leaving my temples bare. |
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ko nyer Badak ..tgk page sebelah yek... |
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"And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart,
even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection,
even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy,
even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching." ~
Kahlil Gibran The Prophet (1923) |
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Originally posted by seribulan at 23-12-2003 02:36 PM:
my 10 cents interpretation...
Autumn long,
The gingko tree in the front yard,
Like a peacock spreading its wings,
Showed off its golden leaves.
Silhouetted against the sun,
The leaves were ...
interpretation ni buat aku baca lagik sekali poem ni...
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Originally posted by seribulan at 24-12-2003 13:56:
The Spring and the Fall
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I s ...
mcm betul gak...
betul la mcm cakap sorang forumer tu, lain org lain interpretationnya... |
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~Sir Richard Fanshawe~
OF BEAUTY
Let us use it while we may
Snatch those joys that haste away!
Earth her winter coat may cast,
And renew her beauty past:
But, our winter come, in vain
We solicit spring again;
And when our furrows snow shall cover,
Love may return but never lover...
my shot on this one...
beauty here seems subjective...happiness, love life, etc, etc...
learn to appreciate what we have now...it may not be the same again next time...
tu je la yg cross my mind lepas 2, 3x baca poem ni... |
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"And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart,
even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection,
even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy,
even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching." ~
Kahlil Gibran The Prophet (1923)
love with all your heart...love need to be sincere...correct or not?
p/s: sesaper ada poem nak analyse tu, post la...this computer of mine has been some sort of reformatted...so kena retrace/copy/download etc,etc balik all the poems, quotes,etc,etc...lenkali la post poem baru... |
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Originally posted by badaksumbu at 22/12/03 04:00 PM:
neil young - heart of gold
I want to live,
I want to give
I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getti ...
i heard this song a few days ago..
but i forgot where but i think
maybe in the background of
a scene from Kal Ho Naa Ho
movie... |
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ingat ada poem baru...:re::re:
p/s: mcm tak pernah dengar je lagu ni... |
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memang old song...
ada poem baru ker??
nanti kasik yer.. |
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ni ha...ihsan dr thread ninoz(erl poem) ...diorang ni kan tak nak la join sekali dlm thread ni...
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas |
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wa..ada stadi poem nih..
nanti kasik mine... |
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satu lagi....thread sama...
If freckles were lovely, and day was night
And measles were nice and a lie won抰 be a lie
Life would be delight,
But things couldn抰 go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn抰 be I
If earth was heaven and now was hence
And past was present, and false was true
There might be some sense
But I抎 be in suspense
For such a pretence
You wouldn抰 be You
If fear was plucky, and globes were square
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair
Yet they抎 all despair
For if here was there
We couldn抰 be We
e.e. cummings
yg ats tu ada yg dah kasi interpretation diorang...
me interpretation? jap lagi la... |
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The Flea a poem by John Donne
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.
Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;
Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met,
And cloistered in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that, self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hastthou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself, nor me the weaker now;
'Tis true, then learn how false fears be:
Just so much honor, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee |
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Originally posted by badaksumbu at 4/1/04 09:14 PM:
ni ha...ihsan dr thread ninoz(erl poem) ...diorang ni kan tak nak la join sekali dlm thread ni...
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should ...
A son beseeches his elderly father to fight, rather than accept, death: "Do not go gentle into that good night." He gives examples of how "wise men," "good men," "wild men," and "grave men" "rage against the dying of the light," and begs his father to do the same. |
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