Pretty Words


Poets make pets of pretty, docile words:
I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish
Which circle slowly with a silken swish,
And tender ones, like downy-feathered birds:
Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds,
Come to my hand, and playful if I wish,
Or purring softly at a silver dish,
Blue Persian kittens fed on cream and curds.

I love bright words, words up and singing early;
Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees,
Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.

Elinor Wylie

saat kata tak mampu meraih makna
di saat itulah
hening sebagai teman dalam renungan
terlalu banyak yang ingin terucap
hingga tak ada sarana yang dapat menampung
kecuali yang di dalam dada
yaitu
hati
tempat segala rasa
hingga semakin mudah menyentuhnya
dialah
kedamaian 
yang tiada terkira kenikmatannya

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