Budapest Museum of Fine Arts: (Sukasah Syahdan Poems)
a Memo from the Past this is to compliment those who have made us petrified and conjured up evidence of ...
a Memo from the Past this is to compliment those who have made us petrified and conjured up evidence of ...
To recall nothing past And expect nothing yet to pass To never suffer from boredom Or give in to fiefdom ...
I have let her, the kid unstopper me thinking she would drink me up and part of her I'd be; ...
Those who say nothing's new under the olden sun have never laid eyes on my wart. (Sukasah Syahdan)
. 34 of a book entombs an insect's body another book has mine (Sukasah Syahdan)
a) this spirited assemblage is a placid pilgrimage: the girls and boys we were b) a blink is all it ...
no wishes for this lebaran Your Honor, other than my daughter's convalence (Sukasah Syahdan)
I have refused to refuse to publish this book of poetry Today they've found over a hundred poems in this ...
standing in front of a mirror you recall it said: to hinge upon time is self-delusion tomorrows and days after, ...
Far away and long ago, a young lady who had lost her way found herself wandering in a wood and ...
Please forgive us should You find this insolent Or see no tears we shed after the latest trick of Yours ...
Some problems need to be solved; some only to be saved. (Sukasah Syahdan)
such a pristine dawn! that distant muezzin should not test my patience (Sukasah Syahdan)
a) last night's encounter gave the little rat and me a terrible blow b) it's my job therefore to make ...
the Eid Fitr that starts beckoning is one I still don't deserve (Sukasah Syahdan)
1/ The taste of a poem is in the relishing sweet, sour or bitter cold, lukewarm or hot The test ...
as old zagreb lies there on the wait for a young friend driving, i question myself, "Do you love nausea?"; ...
I used to believe that comprehension began right there; that what eyes failed to make sense of, was insensibility. Every ...
First, we worshipped the inanimate. Next, we learned to worship the gods Later, we discovered the Deity. Then, dazzled by ...
Shouting alone on the streets used to be free, until they invented handphones. (Sukasah Syahdan)
omnipresent all day the city congestion yielded to the moonbeam (Sukasah Syahdan)
to the left and right the fan shakes its head to check if one's still awake (Sukasah Syahdan)
to the rainbow we three generations give a standing ovation (Sukasah Syahdan)
I have longed to hit the quill and hear the faithful tick-tock of a perishing machine I have longed to ...
after that fleeting summer in your overjoyed heart, haunt years to endure a love with all doors shut forget a ...
People are still expecting this annus horribilis to close its black box of monstrosities; if I asked you about resolutions ...
1/ Had it not been for the traffic jam You'd have thought being elsewhere Most the niceties seemed so foreign ...
Nothing is absolute; most people believe it absolutely. (Sukasah Syahdan)
1½ hours left shepherding wayward words to their new textual barn (Sukasah Syahdan)
the haiku's sorry life's not rosy as the master's fairy story (Sukasah Syahdan)
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