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Why art thou silent?
Is thy love a plant of such a weak fibre
that treacherous air of absence
withers what was once so fair?
Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant?

Yet,
have my thoughts for thee been vigilant
Bound to thy service with unceasing care
The mind's least generous with a mendicant
For nought but what thy happiness could spare

Speak!
though this soft warm heart, once free to hold
A thousand tender pleasures,
thine and mine
Be left more desolate,
more dreary cold

Than a forsaken bird's nest fill'd with snow
Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine

Speak,
that my torturing doubts their end may know!

by William Wordsworth
1802

for us to read and comprehend..
it sounds beautiful to me,
hope it does to you ..
x

 

If anyone accuses me of contradicting myself,
I reply:

Because I have been wrong once, or often,
I do not aspire to be always wrong.

(Vauvenargues)

And I do agree,
(sometimes) it is the differences that makes it beautiful..

(For both of us)

Kita akan menjadi orang yang sempurna bila kita bisa belajar dari orang yang tidak sama dengan kita.

Kita menemukan 'kehendak Tuhan' dalam diri sesama.

Barangkali prinsip hidup mereka akan berguna bagi mutu hidup kita.

Dan ketika kita bisa menyikapinya ..

Bukankah "perbedaan itu indah ?"

(a friend gave it to me this morning..)