We are living a busy life and noise, both in the literal sense and eksistensial. Literally, we live busy with various jobs, routine day-to-day, in offices, markets, roads, and even rice fields. We live by different sound noisy vehicles, radio, television, machinery, and others. Even at home also, we live very noisy: the sound of television persist themselves fill our house nearly all the time. Moreover, the noise of our lives by a flood of information that, unfortunately, not all we need but we are not always the power to reject it. That we are more busy: must receive information that we do not even need. We live under the pressure of nearly bustle and noise, the more days that appear more pressing. We can not leave the bustle and noise, the slow-slow trap us to take part in it, so we participated in "enjoy" bustle and noise as part of our claim eksistensial. Life means that we feel because we are in the middle and the torrent rushing noise. Outside it, as if we teralienasi, felt odd, perhaps even feel it does not mean that. We just feel mean, was there, when we are in the middle of the busy whirr of life and noise. We will not further discuss the meaning of this noise and bustle of our lives. My points here is that we-we are precisely some of the already-presented late in the noise and bustle of the charges, which for various reasons are not entirely possible ditampik. Say bustle and noise that we face at any time as a claim that can be received either rational or moral. But even on that point also, we are in a rational and moral truth that the quiet seclude ourselves from the world-in our own. If any noise and bustle that we face is something that can be justified on rational and moral, without them we surely know we have been dragged to the outside world, ourselves, the world-which may be outside very much. In the context of such poems Epri Tsaqib have important meaning. Namely that he reminds us on the world-in our own silent, quiet, quiet, even silent. Poems Epri (in the first book of poetry, vacant space [Jakarta: Pustaka Jamil, 2008) is an interruption, a pause, from the bustle and noise of life even more drag us to drown the world outside-up to the point that we are very far away. He brings us back to the depth of ourselves as human beings, a world-in the middle of the strong demand and the attractiveness of outside-the-less we realize that something as broad and very deep. In short, poetry Epri brings us back to the world-in our own time we may no longer refuse the demand and the attractiveness of the world-outside the busy and noisy line.