Friday, February 27, 2009

Perpustakaan J.B. Priestley

Foto: arca keamanan di hadapan J.B. Priestley Library

Tiba-tiba saya terkenangkan perpustakaan J.B. Priestley di University of Bradford.

Inilah tempat saya mencari buku.Bukan teks Coulson & Richardson (buku teks tebal wajib bagi kuliah kejuruteraan kimia!) yang saya cari. Tetapi sibuk menyelongkar rak buku mencari Sonnet 18 karya Pablo Neruda!

Nasib baik saya tak jadi 'chemical engineer'!

4 comments:

Kama said...

Salaam Iskandar
I am glad to note you pun minat Pablo Neruda. I can never get enough of Neruda..

drbubbles said...

Salaam Puan P.Kama,

Opss silaplah.Sebenarnya Sonnet XVII. I remember that the verse was used in the movie,Patch Adams.Banyak lagi poems Neruda yang 'berhantu'!

Anyway for Sonnet XVII, here it is below:

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as certain dark things are loved,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn?t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

Kama said...

and this is my favourite, the one that drew me to Neruda in the first place. It was sent to me by a 'hoping soul' whose overtures I had no choice but to decline.. hehehe.. but the upside was he inadvertently inroduced me to Neruda..

Here it is.. enjoy!

TONIGHT I CAN WRITE

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured

and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.

I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.

Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.

The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,

my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.

My heart looks for her: she is not with me

The same night whitens, in the same branches.

We, from that time, we are not the same.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.

Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,

my soul is not content to have lost her.

Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,

and these are the last lines I will write for her.

Rashid Sariani said...

ajis,

Ko ni mengenangkan aku kepada zaman gelap tu ler...

Arch library tu ler aku terduduk dalam hujan lepas final presentation macam orang memunggu tali gantung..

nasib baik aku jadi orang kalau tak jadi macam patung tu...