Palindrome

Palindrom adalah sebuah kata, frasa, angka maupun susunan lainnya yang dapat dibaca dengan sama baik dari depan maupun belakang (spasi antara huruf-huruf biasanya diperbolehkan). Kata “palindrom” berasal dari bahasa Yunanipalin (“balik”) dan dromos (“pacuan kuda”).

Menurut buku Mother Tongue: English & How It Got That Way (hal. 227): “Palindrom … berumur setidaknya 2.000 tahun.”

Palindrom Latin “Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas” sangat unik karena ia akan megulang kalimatnya lagi jika kita membentuk kata dari huruf pertama setiap kata kemudian disambung dengan huruf kedua setiap kata, dan seterusnya.

 

Dan inilah contoh palindrom dalam bahasa inggris:

Do geese see God?

Was it Eliot’s toilet I saw?

Murder for a jar of red rum.

Some men interpret nine memos.

Never odd or even.

Don’t nod

Dogma: I am God

Never odd or even

Too bad – I hid a boot

Rats live on no evil star

No trace; not one carton

Was it Eliot’s toilet I saw?

Murder for a jar of red rum

May a moody baby doom a yam?

Go hang a salami; I’m a lasagna hog!

Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!

A Toyota! Race fast… safe car: a Toyota

Straw? No, too stupid a fad; I put soot on warts

Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?

Doc Note: I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod

No, it never propagates if I set a gap or prevention

Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna

Sums are not set as a test on Erasmus

Kay, a red nude, peeped under a yak

Some men interpret nine memos

Campus Motto: Bottoms up, Mac

Go deliver a dare, vile dog!

Madam, in Eden I’m Adam

Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo

Ah, Satan sees Natasha

Lisa Bonet ate no basil

Do geese see God?

God saw I was dog

Dennis sinned

A man, a plan, a canal – Panama

Dammit I’m mad

Evil is a deed as I live

 

Demetri Martin, seorang penulis sekaligus pecinta seni asal Amerika pernah membuat sebuah palindrom berberntuk puisi. Dan inilah puisinya:

 

“Dammit I’m Mad”
Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.
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