We share the same path, late at night
with the fog, penetrating
and the rain, drenching our bodies.
...
No, woman! What lives in me
still easily evades your fevered and dark embrace,
intent on finding the greenness of another sea,
...
To dictate is not my intent,
Fate is separate loneliness-es.
I choose you from among the rest, but
...
Pines scatter in the distance,
as day becomes night,
branches slap weakly at the window,
...
When my time comes
No one's going to cry for me,
And you won't, either
The hell with all those tears!
...
This time no one's lookng for love
down between the sheds, the old houses, among the twittering
masts and rigging. A boat, a prau that will never sail again
puffs and snorts, thinking there's something it can catch
...
Chairil Anwar (26 July 1922 – 28 April 1949) was an Indonesian poet and member of the "1945 generation" of writers. He is estimated to have written 96 works, including 70 individual poems. Anwar was born and raised in Medan, North Sumatra, before moving to Batavia with his mother in 1940, where he began to enter the local literary circles. After publishing his first poem in 1942, Anwar continued to write. However, his poems were at times censored by the Japanese, then occupying Indonesia. Living rebelliously, Anwar wrote extensively, often about death. He died in Jakarta of an unknown illness. His work dealt with various themes, including death, individualism, and existentialism, and were often multi-interpretable. Drawing influence from foreign poets, Anwar used everyday language and new syntax to write his poetry, which has been noted as aiding the development of the Indonesian language. His poems were often constructed irregularly, but with individual patterns.)
Aku
If my time should come
I'd like no one to entice me
Not even you
No need for those sobs and cries
I am but a wild animal
Cut from its kind
Though bullets should pierce my skin
I shall still strike and march forth
Wounds and poison shall I take aflee. Aflee
'Til the pain and pang should disappear
And I should care even less
I want to live
for another thousand years
“Nasib adalah kesunyian masing-masing”
“Cinta adalah bahaya yang lekas jadi pudar”
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