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Poetry Index

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

Shut Up

Marguerite Burnat-Provins
Translated by Cassie Berman


You told me: "I am not worthy of you."

And you hid your face from me.

But my kiss found it, and slipped lightly
over your sweet golden temples where magic lies asleep.

What do you know about yourself? Nothing.

You know nothing of the charm and freshness
that play around your beauty.

You know nothing of your laughter,
similar to that of fountains.

You've never seen the shining nimbus
that circles your head during times I wish were fatal,
they give me so much happiness.

You've never seen your eyes where the whole sky catches fire
and dies in the pleasure of my caresses.

You don't hear the words which dissolve my soul
and lead it toward paradise.


You don't know anything, so shut up.