The Eagle
He claps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
The Red Wheelbarrow
So much depends
Upon
A red wheel
Barrow
Glazed with rain
Water
Beside the white
Chickens.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Ezra Pound (1885-1972)
Suicide’s Note
The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.
Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
There is no Frigate like a Book
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away
Nor any courses like a page
Of prancing poetry─
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll─
How frugal is the chariot
That bears the human soul.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Daftar Pustaka/sumber :
- Perrine’s Sound and Sense; An Introduction to Poetry.
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