Kumpulan Puisi Bahasa Inggris Penyair Ternama


  1. Pengertian Puisi dan contohnya itu apa sih ?
  2. Apa yang dimaksud dengan Puisi ?
  3. Apa arti kata Puisi ?
  4. Apa itu Puisi dan artinya ?
  5. Apa contoh Puisi ?

Pengertian Puisi dan Contohnya


Menurut Kamus Besar Bahasa Indonesia Online, puisi atau disebut juga dengan sajak adalah ragam sastra yang bahasanya terikat oleh irama, matra, rima, serta penyusunan larik dan bait. Puisi juga diartikan sebagai gubahan dalam bahasa yang bentuknya dipilih dan ditata secara cermat sehingga mempertajam kesadaran orang akan pengalaman dan membangkitkan tanggapan khusus lewat penataan bunyi, irama, dan makna khusus.

Puisi memiliki dua unsur penting yaitu unsur intrinsik dan unsur ekstrinsik. Berikut adalah ulasan singkatnya.

1. Unsur intrinsik
Unsur intrinsik puisi adalah unsur-unsur yang terkandung dalam puisi dan mempengaruhi puisi sebagai karya sastra. Yang termasuk unsur intrinsik puisi adalah diksi, imaji, majas, bunyi, rima, ritme, dan tema.

  • Diksi atau pilihan kata. Dalam membangun puisi, penyair hendaknya memilih kata-kata dengan cermat dengan cara mempertimbangkan makna, komposisi bunyi dalam rima dan irama, kedudukan kata di tengah konteks kata lainnya, dan kedudukan kata dalam puisi keseluruhan.
  • Daya bayang atau imaji. Yang dimaksud dengan daya bayang atau imaji ketika membangun puisi adalah penggunaan kata-kata yang konkret dan khas yang dapat menimbulkan imaji visual, auditif, maupun taktil.
  • Gaya bahasa atau majas. Gaya bahasa atau majas atau bahasa figuratif dalam puisi adalah bahasa yang digunakan penyair untuk mengatakan sesuatu dengan cara yang tidak biasa atau menggunakan kata-kata yang bermakna kiasan atau lambing.
  • Bunyi. Bunyi dalam puisi mengacu pada digunakannya kata-kata tertentu sehingga menimbulkan efek nuansa tertentu.
  • Rima. Rima adalah persamaan bunyi atau perulangan bunyi dalam puisi yang bertujuan untuk menimbulkan efek keindahan.
  • Ritme. Ritme dalam puisi mengacu pada dinamika suara dalam puisi agar tidak dirasa monoton bagi penikmat puisi.
  • Tema. Tema dalam puisi mengacu pada ide atau gagasan pokok yang ingin disampaikan oleh pengarang melalui puisinya.


2. Unsur ekstrinsik
Unsur ekstrinsik puisi adalah unsur-unsur yang berada di luar puisi dan mempengaruhi kehadiran puisi sebagai karya seni. Adapun yang termasuk dalam unsur ekstrinsik puisi adalah aspek historis, psikologis, filsafat, dan religious.
  • Aspek historis mengacu pada unsur-unsur kesejarahan atau gagasan yang terkandung dalam puisi.
  • Aspek psikologis mengacu pada aspek kejiwaan pengarang yang termuat dalam puisi.
  • Aspek filsafat. Beberapa ahli menyatakan bahwa filsafat berkaitan erat dengan puisi atau karya sastra keseluruhan dan beberapa ahli lainnya menyatakan bahwa filsafat dan karya sastra dalam hal ini puisi tidak saling terkait satu sama lain.
  • Aspek religius puisi mengacu pada tema yang umum diangkat dalam puisi oleh pengarang.

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Dibawah ini adalah 10 contoh bahasa inggris yang berasal dari penyair ataupun tokoh ternama di dunia. Silahkan Sobat cermati dan fahami makna yang terkandung didalam puisi berikut ini.







Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
(Siapakah Maya Angelou? Maya Angelou merupakan penulis dan penyair kenamaan dari Amerika Serikat. Dia dikenal karena kata-kata inspirasinya yang memancarkan cahaya pada keindahan dan ketidakadilan di dunia. 
Goresan Angelou dikenal sebagai goresan yang mempunyai sikap tegas dan tidak kaku. Meski, kata-kata yang ia tuliskan terkesan dalam dan romantis, namun ketegasan dalam kalimat per kalimatnya dapat terbaca dengan jelas. Hingga pada tahun 1986, sebuah karya fenomenalnya yang lain diterbitkan, All God's Children Need Traveling Shoes, sebuah buku yang mengupas tuntas mengenai kisah dirinya yang mendedikasikan secara penuh dalam dunia penulisan dan sosial.)










The Invitation
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesnt interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon...
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if have been opened
by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.
It doesn't interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."
It doesn't interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

Lord Alfred Tennyson
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!



If

Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!



Invictus

William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.



Solitude
Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.



The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.



If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking
Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.



The Man He Killed
Thomas Hardy
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.
I shot him dead because--
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough; although
He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
Off-hand like--just as I--
Was out of work--had sold his traps--
No other reason why.
Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat, if met where any bar is,
Or help to half a crown.



I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.