Vivy's Page - Poetry - Proud of My Broken Heart

Proud of My Broken Heart
Emily Dickinson
To Celia
Benjamin Johnson
If
Rudyard Kipling
The Meaning of Success
Ralph Waldo Emerson
You're the Result of Yourself
Pablo Neruda
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
For the World Is Hollow...
William Ames
The Dance
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Recommendation
Thich Nhat Hanh
The Philosopher
Sara Teasdale
The Philosopher
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Monday's Child
Mother Goose
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
Dylan Thomas

Anak Laut
Asrul Sani
Awan
Sanusi Pane
Padamu Jua
Amir Hamzah
Do'a
Chairil Anwar
Kepercayaan
M. Poppy Hutagalung
Aku Ingin
Sapardi Djoko Damono
Hujan Bulan Juni
Sapardi Djoko Damono
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Sapardi Djoko Damono
Berjalan ke Barat
Sapardi Djoko Damono

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Federico Garcia Lorca
Shut Up
Marguerite Burnat-Provins

Proud of my broken heart,	since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain,	I did not feel 'till thee.
Proud of my night,	since thou, with moons, dos't shake it.
Not to partake thy passion,	-- my humility.

Thou can'st not boast, like Jesus,	drunken without companion.
Was the strong cup of anguish	brewed for the Nazarene.
Thou can'st not pierce tradition	with the peerless puncture,
See! I usurped thy crucifix	to honor mine!