Dear Vachel,  Let the Bread's Rhyme



I am longing for disturbing evening

Miserable floating in regardless owl weeping

Lost boy with lost path

Dying in the hands of wrath


I am longing for Your existance

But no one comes over

Except you the lost one like me

You're not Imogen

The one I need most.


Et ego petrarca in lingua vetera scribo

Selected Poems 1999 - 2002


Saturday, October 11, 2008

Quo Vadis


O, orang-orang berkumpul mendongak kepala tinggi-tinggi

Kepalan teracung kuat-kuat.

 

Memangnya siapa dirimu

Hatimu merekam gambar tak puas

Jiwamu meradang mencari pembenaran

Berputar-putar mengelilingi isi kepalamu

Dengan tarian-tarian pada setiap jemari

Mengolok lain dan kau muka membabi

Tak pantas kau hidup di bumi ini

 

Tempelan topeng anarki

Di setiap langkah dan kegalauan

Merasa diri tuan sempurna

Merasa diri mengangkat derajat negeri dari binasa

Padahal kau contoh duli angkara

Merusak mata jiwa

Alirkan darah bencana

 

O, orang-orang yang berteriak ide dan gagasan beda

Kau tak lebih dari kotoran kuda.

 

(1996 dan digubah pada 2008)

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Romance

Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.


- Edgar Allan Poe

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