I look out the tiny barred window of my cell and see the surf rolling over the beach. Seagulls caw shrilly at each other and children splash happily in the shallows. The water looks so blue, so refreshing. What I wouldnt give to break out of this cruel confinement and swim away, far away. The rags that i wear every single hari have worn so thin, i am never warm anymore, just constantly shaking off chills that claw so deep into my bones im afraid im close to shattering. I sit all hari every hari waiting for my one meal and at night, through my stomach growling and the sea roaring, above all that i hear the screaming. It comes from all around me, beside me, above me, under me. Tears stream down my face fluidly, endlessly, steady as a violin chorus and just as sad. The night changes the prisoners, makes them crazy as if they were serigala tortured with an infinitely full moon. They beat their shackles against the stone walls and howl until their throats are raw. They reach through the bars trying but always failing to grasp anything except ghosts dragging their silent chains. I sit alone, still and deadly quiet, with a ferocious orchestra playing in my head; the soundtrack of my escape, the possibilit of my freedom.
He leads me
in the paths that are right
anda are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
anda are close beside me with comfort,
anda are guiding my way
anda make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
anda are lebih than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for anda
And am proud to know anda and call anda friend.
in the paths that are right
anda are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
anda are close beside me with comfort,
anda are guiding my way
anda make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
anda are lebih than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for anda
And am proud to know anda and call anda friend.
How men first learnt to invent words is unknown;in other words,the origin of language is a mystery.All we really know is that men,unlike animals,somehow invented certain sounds to express thoughts and feelings,actions and things so that they could communicate with each other;and that later they agreed to certain signs,called letters,which could be combined to represent those sounds,and which could be written down.These sounds,if spoken atau written in letters,are called words.
Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which oleh their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.
Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which oleh their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.