A Warm Stored Voice Poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

A Warm Stored Voice



Such as whether sound that passes through
the aperture grille
Passing through the cavity space of heart
When silent night stopped
by the clock on the wall
He who pass by and pass
Or is he just running out of air conditioning
with no noise
but the cold and rheumatic fever
his wife back
Not not not it was.. or is it like the wind
that comes out of
a clarinet chamber music player
'Sono il padrino eccomi qua,
gran Messaggero in viltà,
in fondo lascio l'onestà
A chi poteri non ne ha! '

Then the books whose pages fly
jump
scattered
jump
scattered
jump
And the radio button asking to be diminished
Slowly slowly slowly
Slowly slowly
- just to a whisper -
There may be few and stored at chinese sketch
There may be hung on the wall
that are stored in the bonds woven ulos
There may be saved
on the photo of dashes father
who smoked tobacco in pipe
may also are stored in the frozen wall
Maybe even have rushed
descend
stairs to the second floor
down:
Or even do not know the way out
and did not want to ask
Where the heart's door?
Where is the kitchen to cook
And he just quietly watching
the bowls are not all washed
The wind was silent
"ritrovo spesso tra i miei eroi
ceffi, vigliacchi, cani e poi
il giusto grado di bontà
non dura per l'eternità! ! "

(2009)

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