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English

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

Indonesian

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
Dalam Diriku
Sapardi Djoko Damono
Berjalan ke Barat
Sapardi Djoko Damono

Translated

Gacela of Desperate Love
Federico Garcia Lorca
Shut Up
Marguerite Burnat-Provins

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.