4 mei 1999

dari email seseorang yg menjadi bagian dari hidup gw di masa lalu…

edgar allan poe
alone

from childhood’s hour i have not been as others were
i have not seen as others saw
i could not bring my passions from a common spring
from the same source i have not taken my sorrow
i could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone
and all i loved, i loved alone
then, in my childhood, in the dawn
of my most stormy life was drawn
from every depth of good and ill
the mystery which binds me still
from the torrents or the fountain
from the red cliff of the mountain
from the sun that round me rolled
and it’s autumn tint of gold
from the lightning in the sky
as it passed me flying by
from the thunder and the storm
and the cloud that took the form
(when the rest of heaven was blue)
of a demon in my view

*buat esti,
sendiri bukan berarti sendirian….*

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