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Bridal Ballad by Edgar Allan Poe 

The ring is on my hand,
    And the wreath is on my brow;
  Satins and jewels grand
  Are all at my command.
    And I am happy now.  And my lord he loves me well;
    But, when first he breathed his vow,
  I felt my bosom swell--
  For the words rang as a knell,
  And the voice seemed _his_ who fell
  In the battle down the dell,
    And who is happy now.

  But he spoke to reassure me,
    And he kissed my pallid brow,
  While a reverie came o'er me,
  And to the churchyard bore me,
  And I sighed to him before me,
  Thinking him dead D'Elormie,
    "Oh, I am happy now!"

  And thus the words were spoken,
    And thus the plighted vow,
  And, though my faith be broken,
  And, though my heart be broken,
  Behold the golden keys
    That _proves_ me happy now!

  Would to God I could awaken
    For I dream I know not how,
  And my soul is sorely shaken
  Lest an evil step be taken,--
  Lest the dead who is forsaken
    May not be happy now.


1845.

oleh : @hurufkecil

aku merelakanmu menjauh,
merelakanmu terjatuh
ke tempat sampah
bagai sepotong apel merah
yang di geligimu pernah
berdarah
adakah cinta yang jatuh
kepadamu melebihi cintaku?
lelaki yang engkau cintai itu mati
dan tak membawamu ke makamnya
sementara aku bertahan hidup,
bertahun-tahun sanggup tak mati
oleh rindu–dan menanti di surga
Hawa, aku masih ular yang setia
mencintaimu sepanjang usia tuhan.
Bandung, 2010