I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

I do not love you except because I love you; (aq tidak mencintaimu kecuali karena aq mencintaimu) I go from loving to not loving you, (aq beranjak dari mencintai menjadi tidak mencintaimu) From waiting to not waiting for you ( dari menunggu menjadi tidak menunggumu) My heart moves from cold to fire. (hatiq beralih dari dingin ke terbakar) I love you only because it's you the one I love; (aq mencintaimu hanya jika karena kamu satu-satunya yang ku cinta) I hate you deeply, and hating you (aq sangat membencimu, dan membencimu) Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you (merunduk kepadamu, dan mengukur perubahan cintaq padamu) Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. (apakahsaya tidak melihatmu tapi mencintaimu membutakan) Maybe January light will consume (mungkin pelita Januari akan habis) My heart with its cruel (hatiku dan kekejamannya) Ray, stealing my key to true calm. (cahaya, mencuri kunci ketenangan sejatiq) In this part of the story I am the one who (di bagian cerita ini aq satu-satunya yang) Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, (mati, satu-satunya and aq akan mati dengan cinta karena aq mencintaimu) Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. (karena aq mencintaimu, cinta, dalam api dan darah)

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I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

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"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed---and gazed---but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

(1874 - 1963 / San Francisco / USA)

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Phenomenal Woman
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's 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 step, 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 in 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 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 of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Create Date: Friday, January 03, 2003

Maya Angelou