rindu

aku rindu dengan sunyi itu..
aku rindu dengan nyanyian pilu..
yang setia menemani disetiap hariku..
yang selalu hadir tuk menghiburku..
kaulah kesunyian terindah..
yang selalu abadi dan selalu ku nanti..

ku temukan satu titik putih

ku temukan satu titik putih itu..
dalam kubangan kelam yang gelap gulita...
terlintas banyak kata tuk ungkap semuanya..
tapi apa daya tak bisa berkata..
hanya bisa terucap dalam dada..
kaulah permata ku yang indah..
yang selalu bersinar di setiap sudut kelam ku..

Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early

and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,

then with cracked hands that ached

from labor in the weekday weather made

banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.

When the rooms were warm, he’d call,

and slowly I would rise and dress,

fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,

who had driven out the cold

and polished my good shoes as well.

What did I know, what did I know

of love’s austere and lonely offices?

 

by:  Robert Hayden

 

 

Robert Hayden, “Those Winter Sundays” from Collected Poems of Robert Hayden, edited by Frederick Glaysher. Copyright ©1966 by Robert Hayden. Reprinted with the permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation.

Source: Collected Poems of Robert Hayden (Liveright Publishing Corporation, 1985)

Reuben Bright

Reuben Bright

By: Edwin Arlington Robinson 

Because he was a butcher and thereby 

Did earn an honest living (and did right),

I would not have you think that Reuben Bright

Was any more a brute than you or I;

For when they told him that his wife must die,

He stared at them, and shook with grief and fright,

And cried like a great baby half that night,

And made the women cry to see him cry.

And after she was dead, and he had paid

The singers and the sexton and the rest,

He packed a lot of things that she had made

Most mournfully away in an old chest

Of hers, and put some chopped-up cedar boughs

In with them, and tore down the slaughter-house.