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Yang basah pipi
yang kering hati.
Yang berair mata
yang berakhir kita.
Baru sekarang
terasa hilang?
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*Enida
June 26, 2011
Pulau Marina
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Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Jauh Sudah
Posted in Poetry on June 27, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Tanda Soal
Posted in Poetry on May 14, 2011| 2 Comments »
Saat kau kucup bibirku
di basement parking itu
semua kereta bertukar
menjadi kuntum-kuntum tulip
di padang jarak padang tekukur.
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Apakah aku jatuh cinta
atau sekadar tersungkur?
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*Enida
12 May 2011
Solaris Dutamas
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What Have We?
Posted in Poetry on April 25, 2011| 1 Comment »
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We don’t have tomorrow.
We can’t keep yesterday.
So I will just love you today.
One day at a time.
Just one.
Pricetaglessly.
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~Enida
29 January 2011
Mesra Terrace
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Pablo Neruda
Posted in Poetry on February 10, 2011| 4 Comments »
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Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
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than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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Jauh-Jauh
Posted in Poetry on February 4, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Malam simpul jerat,
renda tepi paya;
dalam sampul surat,
ada hati saya.
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Pucuk lah delima,
di peti buah pauh;
rajuk sudah lama,
hati dibawa jauh.
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Jatuh bak serangkap,
lekat bak sehelai,
jauh nak didakap,
dekat nak dibelai.
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Todak di perahu,
haruan lain-lain;
tidak saya tahu,
tuan main-main.
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Left Behind
Posted in Inside Enida, Poetry on January 21, 2011| Leave a Comment »
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It was the autumn of the year;
The strawberry-leaves were red and sere;
October’s airs were fresh and chill,
When, pausing on the windy hill,
The hill that overlooks the sea,
You talked confidingly to me, –
Me whom your keen, artistic sight
Has not yet learned to read aright,
Since I have veiled my heart from you,
And loved you better than you knew.
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You told me of your toilsome past;
The tardy honors won at last,
The trials borne, the conquests gained,
The longed-for boon of Fame attained;
I knew that every victory
But lifted you away from me,
That every step of high emprise
But left me lowlier in your eyes;
I watched the distance as it grew,
And loved you better than you knew.
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You did not see the bitter trace
Of anguish sweep across my face;
You did not hear my proud heart beat,
Heavy and slow, beneath your feet;
You thought of triumphs still unwon,
Of glorious deeds as yet undone;
And I, the while you talked to me,
I watched the gulls float lonesomely,
Till lost amid the hungry blue,
And loved you better than you knew.
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You walk the sunny side of fate;
The wise world smiles, and calls you great;
The golden fruitage of success
Drops at your feet in plenteousness;
And you have blessings manifold: –
Renown and power and friends and gold, –
They build a wall between us twain,
Which may not be thrown down again,
Alas! for I, the long years through,
Have loved you better than you knew.
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Your life’s proud aim, your art’s high truth,
Have kept the promise of your youth;
And while you won the crown, which now
Breaks into bloom upon your brow,
My soul cried strongly out to you
Across the ocean’s yearning blue,
While, unremembered and afar,
I watched you, as I watch a star
Through darkness struggling into view,
And loved you better than you knew.
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I used to dream in all these years
Of patient faith and silent tears,
That Love’s strong hand would put aside
The barriers of place and pride,
Would reach the pathless darkness through,
And draw me softly up to you;
But that is past. If you should stray
Beside my grave, some future day,
Perchance the violets o’er my dust
Will half betray their buried trust,
And say, their blue eyes full of dew,
“She loved you better than you knew.”
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Elizabeth Akers [1832-1911]
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Enida says:
For the next fifty years of our life, Happy Tenth Anniversary. Here’s a toast to your success! You did it all by yourself. Congratulations! It takes a lot of courage, I bet, to deny all that others have done for you. You can keep your Thank You’s, and the praises too. Life might not be fair. But God is. And lucky, you don’t believe in any. So here’s another toast to you, for your future that has no past.
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Ada Hati
Posted in Poetry on January 15, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Saya Ini
Posted in Inside Enida, Poetry on December 16, 2010| 5 Comments »
Tunggu lah sekejap.
Sampai jiwa saya ini hilang lembutnya.
Sampai hati saya ini datang seriknya.
Sampai senyum saya ini kurang manisnya.
Sampai suara saya ini pudar merdunya.
Dan sampai diri saya ini tiada mahunya.
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Saya ini irama yang hilang lagunya.
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*Enida
Mesra Terrace
December 16, 2010
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Kalaupun
Posted in Poetry, tagged Pantun on December 15, 2010| 2 Comments »
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Kata bergadang kuning selancang,
walau selisih sampan di hulu;
Mata terpandang hati bergoncang,
kalaupun kasih simpan dahulu.
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Seperti
Posted in Poetry on October 4, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Kehadapan kamu itu yang saya ingati,
Apa yang ada ini semuanya sementara. Semua.
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Saya tak menanti esok. Seperti tidak saya menyesali semalam. Seperti jauh itu cumalah jarak. Seperti lama itu cumalah masa. Dan seperti cinta itu hanyalah tiada yang saya ada-adakan. Seperti kasih yang bukan sayang, dan sayang yang bukan cinta. Tak usahlah ada kata-kata. Sia-sia.
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Saya merasa. Cuma buat sementara ini, biarlah rasa itu dirangkum senyap. Saya tak berharap. Hidup kita hanya sekejap. Biarlah saya kembali kepada yang Maha Setia pada janji. Yang patuh pada kasih, menunggu malam dan siang saya dengan pelukan kalimah cintaNya itu. Satu.
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Seperti saya cium tangan kamu itu, dan seperti kamu kucup dahi saya ini… saya mohon permisi. Entahlah bila kembali. Saya hendak berlari jauh di pimpinan tanganNya. Lama.
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