June 19, 2009

The Story behind Every Melancholy

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;

Thus unlamented let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie.
~Alexander Pope, excerpt from Ode on Solitude

This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,
strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.
~Rabindranath Tagore, Give Me Strength

Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,

Nor shady cypress tree:

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

~C.G. Rossetti, excerpt from When I'm Dead, My Dearest

Used to be a hopeless romantic
But I refuse to be so damn pathetic
After all life is not that poetic
And now I'm stuck at being skeptic
Note:Pictures taken @ Museum Taman Prasasti, Tanah Abang, Jakarta



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