The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Eko Priyo Handoko The Snow Man (by: Wallace Steven ) One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the sound of a few leaves, Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same bare place For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Ayu Azizhan Laksono As I Grew Older (By : Langston Hughes ) It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun- My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose until it touched the sky- The wall. Shadow. I am black. I lie down in the shadow. No longer the light of my dream before me, Above me. Only the thick wall. Only the shadow. My hands! My dark hands! Break through the wall! Find my dream! Help me to shatter this darkness, To smash this night, To break this shadow Into a thousand lights of sun, Into a thousand whirling dreams Of sun!
The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Rifki Balya It is murder (By Sylvia Chidi) When you take away a life With the aid of a knife It is murder While you extinguish the living with a gun Without being able to recreate what was born It is murder If you feed someone dead tablets Later have second acrimonious regrets It is murder You are taking away a life It is clinging on to survive Need I say anymore further It is murder Murder sprung by a fling With ropes or a string Your hands only bring Death around a necks ring Execution by suffocation Condemned with abomination Deliberate foetus termination It is murder Make no mistake, Be careful Asleep or awake! Murder is unlawful If death occurs because of the effects of an evil curse I will say this with my lips pursed 'What a great loss, but this is not murder!
The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Sarah Widita Putri How Do I Love Thee? (By Elizabeth Barrett Browning) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Sendhy Aditya Dharmawan Addiction ( by Clare Nixon) What have I became in this false fantasy? Thriving on something sweet, submerging into another world. Without it I tumble transforming into nothing. I'm locked in a stalemate not capable to stir. Look closely through my eyes, as deep as the end of sight. See! My ailment and do your very best to repair. Save me from this ogre I have become, before I sit in a dark painful void... lost inside my addiction
The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Danang Sudibyo Mother to Son ( by Langston Hughes) Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor — Bare. But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on, And reachin' landin's, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin' in the dark Where there ain't been no light. So, boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps. 'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. Don't you fall now — For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Lusi Vera Sastra Phenomenal Woman (by Maya Angelou) Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size But when I start to tell them They think I'm telling lies. I say It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips The stride of my steps The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please And to a man The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees Then they swarm around me A hive of honey bees. I say It's the fire in my eyes And the flash of my teeth The swing of my waist And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say It's in the arch of my back The sun of my smile The ride of my breasts
The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say It's in the click of my heels The bend of my hair The palm of my hand The need for my care. 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me.
The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Randu Hedi Pradipta The problem with Tottenham is nobody bothered Until one Sunday in April when, horror of horrors. The Arsenal turned up with the title in sight It was too late to weep – it was too late to fight. And then Tottenham men realised what fools they had been To accept second-best as a club, as a team. Is there light in the tunn el? It’s too early to tell Because Spurs need good players and a good boss as well. They search throughout Europe, they look far and wide To find someone to manage this terrible side. They’ve been over to Italy and seen Trappattoni (Though many insisted their interest was phoney). Giovanni, he listened and, eyes filled with glee, Said: “Manage in London? Next season? Who, me? I’d be highly delighted, It’s right up my street; Three million up front, ninety grand a week. When can I get started? I’m ever so keen I’ve always admired your Arsenal team.” The Spurs men, their faces were creased up with pain: “We’ve not come from Highbury, we’re from White Hart Lane.” The Italian smiled, shook them all by hand And said: “Gentlemen, sorry, I’ve other things planned.” The moral of this story: He’s a wise man, old Trap. Better stick with Arsenal because Tottenham are crap.
The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Iqbal Febrian P Fire and Ice (by Robert Frost) Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Arief Nur Rohman H
The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Siti Nurjanah Solitude (By Ella Wheeler Wilcox) Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.
The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Ahmad Dwi Ardiansyah I’m not lonely (by Nikki Giovanni) i’m not lonely sleeping all alone you think i’m sc ared but i’m a big girl i don’t cry or anything i have a great big bed to roll around in and lots of space and i don’t dream bad dreams like i used to have you were leaving me anymore now that you’re gone i don’t dream and no matter what you think i’m no t lonely sleeping all alone
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The Poems for Final Presentation – Poetry II C Class Arga Brahmaditya This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
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