Muwuno (Javanese)
(Matsnawi, Kitab kaping gangsal 65-149)
Amarganing mego muwun, tetamaning sari mapaes
Amarganing muwunipun tetimur, pangudi wentah ngalir
Ing wancinipun tetimur mangertos, ngudakara
"Kawulo muwun amrih kinasih rumekso"
Lamun siro mangertoso bilih sang Kinasih jeng binothoro?
Mboten apeparing bilih sang timur tan amemuwun
Gusti angendiko, "Tansah muwuno"
Mirengno, pangudi wentah tansah ngaliri tetamaning sari
Tangisaning mego lan panasing srengenge
Pakuning bawono, hanyengkuyung kekalihe
Bilih sirnoning mego muwun lan srengenge panas
Kadyo pundi sakabehing rumekso
Kadyo pundi musim agegantos rasukan?
Bilih suryaning tangis kapedhot lan lingsir
Suryo ingkang ngobong lan mego ingkang muwun
Wohing gesang makantar-kantar
Sumelehno grahitoning siro awu kaobong
Den jeng netro ngalirke bening toya
Muwuno kadya lare alit, lamun siro dhahar roti siro
amargo roti rogo siro ngendhataken beningipun sukmo
Nalikaning rogo siro subur ron tetuwuhan
Dalunipun sukmo ngguguraken layuning ron
Suburing rogo injih kerontangipun sukmo
Cecaketa-ngguguraken rogo tuwuhaken sukmo
Silihno Gusti, silihono suburing rogomu
Tukerno mring taman sari kapaes sukmo
Aturno, sudanen panganan rogo siro
Tan gumilang suryo sukmo siro makantar-kantar
Naliko rogo ngedalaken sedoyo ingkang kotor
Gusti nglintokake sedoyo wewangian
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Kawulaning Gusti (Javanese)
Kawulaning Gusti gandrung nir ngunjuk anggur
Kawulaning Gusti tuwuk nir ngersaaken dhahar
Kawulaning Gusti mamring kecalan margi
Kawulaning Gusti nir dhahar nir sare
Kawulaning Gusti panditoning ratu kanthi ageman kere
Kawulaning Gusti bondho ing reruntuhaning puing-puing
Kawulaning Gusti mboten saking howo lan siti
Kawulaning Gusti mboten saking geni lan toya
Kawulaning Gusti samudro tanpa wates
Kawulaning Gusti ngedalaken manik-berlian tanpa mendung
Kawulaning Gusti gadhah maewu rembulan langit
Kawulaning Gusti gadhah maatus srengenge
Kawulaning Gusti wicak sakmawis panandang
Kawulaning Gusti lelono mboten kanthi kitab
Kawulaning Gusti ing sakjabaning kafir
Kawulaning Gusti suwung megatruh
Kawulaning Gusti tansah nglilir tugur wekdal dalu
Kawulaning Gusti primpen kasimpen, Shams-i din
Kawulaning Gusti: monggo sinauso pun padosi!
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Tou Im Ser
IM SERNER KEZ HAVIDIAN.
YERPEK CHE GRTSAV ELLAL KO SIRO TAVAJAN.
IM SIRDNER KO SIRO DAJAR.
PAYTS TOU YEGHAR MER PAJANMAN BADJAR.
DZOVEROU KHOROUTIAMP KHOR IM SIRO TU JEGHAR TAVAJAN.
KO SERNER TANG OU TAKOUN, INDZ HAMAR ER IM GIANKEN TANG.
KHEGHJ IM SERDIN TOU EYIR MIAG HOUYSN OU LOUYSE.
AREVNEYIR IM POTORGOD TSMRAN.
KO KAYLEROU HED G VAZER IM HOKIN MANOUG.
MISHD KO JAMPAN ESPASETSI, ARDASVETSIN ACHERES TATS.
AVAGH TE MER SERE KEZ HAMAR ANTSIALER ARTEN TARTARTSAS.
YEV CHEGAR MEZ HAMAR TARTSIAL VERATARTS.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Koutse Vochinch
PAREV DAREK IM YARIN.
ASEK GARODEM NERAN ANOUSH JEBIDIN.
ASEK ASHKHARES TADARG E ARANTS NERAN TAKOUN ACHERIN.
TEGOUZ MER SIRO POTSE VAGHOUTSE MAREL.
IR SERDOUM IM SERE MOKHIRE TARTSEL.
PAYTS IR SERE IM SERDI MECH HAVIDIAN GABRE.
AMEN ARAVOD LOUYSIN HED NORITS GIANK GARNE.
TEGOUZ IM SERE IR SERDI MECH TARTSELE MI HOUSH.
YEV KOUTSE VOCHINCH.
MIAYN HARTSOUTSEK OVKEREN SHOYOUM IR PAPOUG HOKIN.
OVE DIRATSEL IM SIRO OJAKHIN.
VORKANEM GAROD IR DAKOUG KERGIN.
MANGA M NEMAN GAROD MOR KERGIN.
IM MIAG ABASDANER OU HON ABAHOV HOKIS G NENCHER.
YERP INDZ G KERGER SIRO KHOSKER GASER.
HOKIS AYLAYLDZ MER SERE GERKER.
ASHKHARE IMNER.
IR SERE IM KANTSNER.
IM HAYRENIKNER.
ARTIOK OVKEREN IM HAYRENIKE KERAVEL.
YETE VOR LSEK YERPEK INDZ CHASEK.
YERGAR DARINER EN ARTEN ANTSEL.
PAYTS IM ACHERES ARTSOUNKE YERPEK CHE TATRETS.
YES IM ANTSNEM MORATSEL.
HOKIS E MOKHIR TARTSEL.
PAYTS IR SIRO DEKHOUR HISHADAGE HOKVOUS MECH HAVIDIAN GABRE
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Odaren Odar Harazadnou Odar
menag em im ashkharoum el chounem siradz.
teshvar im ashkharoum chounem vosge pakhd.
hokis e hoknadz al g hegega.
im giankn e tadarg mout anabad.
menag em menag ashkhares e tadarg, hanterts polor martots harazad odar.
jebide kaghtets vaghouts im hokin.
takhidze badets teshvar im giankin.
tavajan serer yelan im jampin.
sere vaghouts toghets im hokin.
im siradznere mashetsin im hokin.
arants siro el inch garje abril.
siro oughinerneyin pladag khavar.
im gianki tsourd janabarhin avagh te hantibetsi ankout serderi.
im serner mishd harazad yev ansahman.
payts avagh te sere mishd yeghav indz hamar tavajan.
tegouz yes chounem vosge hakousdner.
giankes e teshvar neman potorgod tsmra.
mishd angeghdz serner im giankin miag yeraz.
payts sere indz hamar mishd yeghav soud yev tavjan.
im ashkharne menag tegouz khejoghvadz, odaren odar harazadn ou odar.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Sonnet V: Nothing But No
Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"?
How falls it out so strangely you reply?
I tell ye, Fair, I'll not be answer'd so,
With this affirming "No," denying "Aye."
I say, "I love," you slightly answer "Aye";
I say, "You love," you pule me out a "No";
I say, "I die," you echo me an "Aye";
"Save me," I cry, you sigh me out a "No";
Must woe and I have nought but "No" and "Aye"?
No I am I, if I no more can have;
Answer no more, with silence make reply,
And let me take myself what I do crave.
Let "No" and "Aye" with I and you be so;
Then answer "No," and "Aye," and "Aye" and "No."
poem by Michael Drayton
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Antsrevnou sere
ANTSREVE KALIS MOUTNE DARADZVOUM.
LROUTYOUNE LOUR ZIRENKE TIDOUM.
PAYTZ NOKKA INCHOU LOUR OU MOUNCH GANKNADZ.
ARTIOK SIRADZEN YEV CHEN HACHOGHADZ.
AHA SHIGAHER MI POKRIG AGCHIG.
KROUZ MZERNER OUSERIN TAPADZ.
TAKHTZOD ACHEROV NAYOUMER ARACH.
IR SERNER PNDROUM HEROUN GORSEVADZ.
DEGHANER SIROUN ACHEROVE NAYOUM.
IR SIRADZNER AN TER VORONOUM.
GANKNADZER TESHVAR OU KHEHGJOUG TSEVOV.
OUZOUMER VERATARTSN IR DEKHOUR SIRO.
ANTSREVE ZAYRATZVETS OU PECHETZ KAMIN.
AMBERE OUJKIN ZARGIN TEV TEVI.
PAYTS TER GANKNADZEN YERGOU SIRADZNER.
NAYOUMEN IRAR ANEGH OU ANVERCH.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The ABC
'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"
Said A to B, "I don't like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!"
"I disagree," said D to B,
"I've never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O."
C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape."
"He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
"You're dropping me," roared H to G.
"Don't do it please I pray."
"Out of my way," LL said to K.
"I'll make poor I look ILL."
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.
"U know," said V, "that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I'm half as young as he."
X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."
poem by Spike Milligan
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You're right—
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You're right—"the way is narrow"—
And "difficult the Gate"—
And "few there be"—Correct again—
That "enter in—thereat"—
'Tis Costly—So are purples!
'Tis just the price of Breath—
With but the "Discount" of the Grave—
Termed by the Brokers—"Death"!
And after that—there's Heaven—
The Good Man's—"Dividend"—
And Bad Men—"go to Jail"—
I guess—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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What is—
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What is—"Paradise"—
Who live there—
Are they "Farmers"—
Do they "hoe"—
Do they know that this is "Amherst"—
And that I—am coming—too—
Do they wear "new shoes"—in "Eden"—
Is it always pleasant—there—
Won't they scold us—when we're homesick—
Or tell God—how cross we are—
You are sure there's such a person
As "a Father"—in the sky—
So if I get lost—there—ever—
Or do what the Nurse calls "die"—
I shan't walk the "Jasper"—barefoot—
Ransomed folks—won't laugh at me—
Maybe—"Eden" a'n't so lonesome
As New England used to be!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Us Two
Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:
"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.
Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.
"Let's go together," says Pooh.
"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh.
("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.)
"I think it ought to be twenty-two."
"Just what I think myself," said Pooh.
"It wasn't an easy sum to do,
But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what it is," said Pooh.
"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh.
"Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few-
"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.
"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what they are," said Pooh.
"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh.
"That's right," said Pooh to Me.
"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!
Silly old dragons!"- and off they flew.
"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,
"I'm never afraid with you."
So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. "That's how it is," says Pooh.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Legends
I
A MAN builded a bugle for the storms to blow.
The focused winds hurled him afar.
He said that the instrument was a failure.
II
When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?"
He replied: "Because no one admired me."
III
A man said: "Thou tree!"
The tree answered with the same scorn: "Thou man!
Thou art greater than I only in thy possibilities."
IV
A warrior stood upon a peak and defied the stars.
A little magpie, happening there, desired the soldier's plume, and so plucked it.
V
The wind that waves the blossoms sang, sang, sang from age to age.
The flowers were made curious by this joy.
"Oh, wind," they said, "why sing you at your labour, while we, pink beneficiaries, sing not, but idle, idle, idle from age to age?"
poem by Stephen Crane
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The Light Kampong
duh gusti
here very near to you
but very far you've come
me lowly
just a speck of dust
how quiet
in your room too far
my wanderings will not be able to reach you
my tears could not achieve my longing
duh gusti, my beloved
if you teach me arithmetic
only 10 fingers of mine
but can not afford the billions of
i remember
remember of you were only a fingers
constellations of the pulse
why do always come up empty?
in cold-room space
duh gusti
within a short memory
eyes are blinded
throne which includes 20 billion years
billions of light
and the throne of the heart of nature
slave longing for home
to your kampong
(2012)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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The Gardener XXVI: What Comes From Your Willing Hands
"What comes from your willing
hands I take. I beg for nothing
more."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest
mendicant, you ask for all that one
has."
"If there be a stray flower for me
I will wear it in my heart."
"But if there be thorns?"
"I will endure them."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest
mendicant, you ask for all that one
has."
"If but once you should raise your
loving eyes to my face it would make
my life sweet beyond death."
"But if there be only cruel
glances?"
"I will keep them piercing my
heart."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest
mendicant, you ask for all that one
has."
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Intimacy
I hear people say, "I love my iPhone, "
Or, "I love drinking a Starbucks coffee."
Sometimes: "I love my Versace cologne, "
And also: "I love having this money."
I hear people say, "I love my Walmart, "
Or, "I love the drive-thru at Taco Bell."
"I love my TV. It's state of the art."
"I love the shoes that Nike has to sell."
I hear this: "I love American Idol, "
And, "I love a nice, cold Budweiser."
"I love medicines such as Demerol."
And, "I love my internet provider."
Yet, one thing I don't hear is, "I love you."
Saying that is too intimate to do.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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The New Knighthood
Who gives him the Bath?
"I," said the wet,
Rank-Jungle-sweat,
"I'll give him the Bath!"
Who'll sing the psalms?
"We," said the Palms.
"Ere the hot wind becalms,
"We'll sing the psalms."
Who lays on the sword ?
"I," said the Sun,
Before he has done,
"I'll lay on the sword."
"Who fastens his belt?
"I," said Short-Rations,
" I know all the fashions
"Of tightening a belt!"
Who gives him his spur?
"I," said his Chief,
Exacting and brief,
"I'll give him the spur."
Who'll shake his hand?
"I," said the Fever,
"And I'm no deceiver,
"I'll shake his hand."
Who brings him the wine?
"I," said Quinine,
"It's a habit of mine.
"I'11 come with his wine."
Who'll put him to proof?
"I," said All Earth.
"Whatever he's worth,
"I'll put to the proof."
Who'll choose him for Knight?
"I," said his Mother,
"Before any other,
"My very own Knight."
And after this fashion, adventure to seek,
Sir Galahad was made--as it might be last week!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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There was one I met upon the road
There was one I met upon the road
Who looked at me with kind eyes.
He said, "Show me of your wares."
And this I did,
Holding forth one.
He said, "It is a sin."
Then held I forth another;
He said, "It is a sin."
Then held I forth another;
He said, "It is a sin."
And so to the end;
Always he said, "It is a sin."
And, finally, I cried out,
"But I have none other."
Then did he look at me
With kinder eyes.
"Poor soul!" he said.
poem by Stephen Crane
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Frogs in chorus
The chorus frogs in the big lagoon
Would sing their songs to the silvery moon.
Tenor singers were out of place,
For every frog was a double bass.
But never a human chorus yet
Could beat the accurate time they set.
The solo singer began the joke;
He sang, "As long as I live I'll croak,
Croak, I'll croak,"
And the chorus followed him: "Croak, croak, croak!"
The poet frog, in his plaintive tone,
Sang of a sorrow was all his own;
"How shall I win to my heart's desire?
How shall I feel my spirit's fire?"
And the solo frog in his deepest croak,
"To fire your spirit," he sang, "eat coke,
Coke, eat coke,"
And the chorus followed him: "Coke, coke, coke!"
The green frog sat in a swampy spot
And he sang the song of he knew not what.
"The world is rotten, oh cursed plight,
That I am the frog that must set it right.
How shall I scatter the shades that lurk?"
And the old man bullfrog sang, "Get work,
Work, get work,"
And the chorus followed him: "Work, work, work!"
The soaring spirits that fain would fly
On wings of hope to the starry sky
Must face the snarls of the jealous dogs,
For the world is ruled by its chorus frogs.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Another Acrostic ( In the style of Father William )
"Are you deaf, Father William!" the young man said,
"Did you hear what I told you just now?
"Excuse me for shouting! Don't waggle your head
"Like a blundering, sleepy old cow!
"A little maid dwelling in Wallington Town,
"Is my friend, so I beg to remark:
"Do you think she'd be pleased if a book were sent down
"Entitled 'The Hunt of the Snark?'"
"Pack it up in brown paper!" the old man cried,
"And seal it with olive-and-dove.
"I command you to do it!" he added with pride,
"Nor forget, my good fellow to send her beside
"Easter Greetings, and give her my love."
poem by Lewis Carroll
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Wolfe demanded during dying
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Wolfe demanded during dying
"Which obtain the Day"?
"General, the British"—"Easy"
Answered Wolfe "to die"
Montcalm, his opposing Spirit
Rendered with a smile
"Sweet" said he "my own Surrender
Liberty's beguile"
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Revolt In The Ranks
I have just spent one-hour-and-a-half
handicapping tomorrow's
card.
when am I going to get at the poems?
well, they'll just have to wait
they'll have to warm their feet in the
anteroom
where they'll sit gossiping about
me.
"this Chinaski, doesn't he realize that
without us he would have long ago
gone mad, been dead?"
"he knows, but he thinks he can keep
us at his beck and call!"
"he's an ingrate!"
"let's give him writer's block!"
"yeah!"
"yeah!& quot;
"yeah!"
the little poems kick up their heels
and laugh.
then the biggest one gets up and
walks toward the door.
"hey, where are you going?" he is
asked.
"somewhere where I am
appreciated."
then, he
and the others
vanish.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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