Gores

Kunang-kunang

2008-09-20T20:16:00.002+01:00

Aku adalah kunang-kunang
Dalam gelap aku terbang
Dalam gelap aku terang
Dan jadikanlah kau senja
Karena gelap kau ada
Karena gelap kau indah

Aku hanyalah kunang-kunang
Dan kau hanyalah senja
Dalam gelap kita berbagi
Dalam gelap kita abadi

~ dari film "Love"

Bercahaya

2008-03-14T00:37:00.001+01:00

Tadi malam ada gejala alam yang langka,
gerhana bulan terjadi tepat di atas kepalaku..
Mungkin itu sebabnya, kau terlihat bersinar,
tepat di antara gelap gulita.

~Aurelia Tiara Poems - "Sub Rosa" - p.160

Sonnet LXXXIX

2008-02-16T12:27:00.005+01:00

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:

I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands

to pass their freshness over me once more:

I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.

I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you

to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,

to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.

I want what I love to continue to live,

and you whom I love and sang above everything else

to continue to flourish, full-flowered:

so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,

so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,

so that everything can learn the reason for my song.

-Sonnet LXXXIX (Pablo Neruda)

Sonnet XVII

2007-03-29T23:02:00.002+01:00

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
.......

~ Pablo Neruda (1950)

***

*I am longing to be loved just the way I am

Ketika Jari-jari Bunga Terbuka

2007-02-08T20:25:00.000+01:00

Ketika jari-jari bunga terbuka

mendadak terasa

betapa sengit

cinta kita

cahaya bagai kabut

-kabut cahaya

di langit menyisih awan hari ini

di bumi meriak sepi yang purba

ketika kemarau terasa ke bulu-bulu mata

suatu pagi di sayap kupu-kupu

di sayap warna

suara burung di ranting-ranting cuaca

bulu-bulu cahaya

betapa parah

cinta kita

mabuk berjalan

di antara jerit bunga-bunga rekah

~ Sapardi Djoko Damono

Pablo Neruda, Love Sonnet LXIX

2007-02-08T20:23:00.000+01:00

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,
without you moving, slicing the noon
like a blue flower, without you walking
later through the fog and the cobbles,

without the light you carry in your hand,
golden, which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing
like the red beginnings of a rose.

In short, without your presence: without your coming
suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,
gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:

since then I am because you are,
since then you are, I am, we are,
and through love I will be, you will be, we'll be.

Toety Heraty, Elegi II

2007-02-08T20:02:00.000+01:00

katakan itu cinta
yang kehilangan mimpi dan sisa-sisa
diulur dari hari ke hari
dalam satu dunia
kelabu-, katakan itu cinta
yang kehilangan mimpi, tapi
apa yang hendak dikata bila
tiba-tiba perahu berderet menyisih
bergulung layar
dan mimpi dibawa gelombang kembali
terdampar

bukankah kita undur setapak karenanya
dan kelap-kelip pelita malam adalah mata
berkedip bertahan
mengingkari kekalahan

*dari "Nostalgi = Transendensi"