Sabtu, 11 Juni 2011

Pertanyaan Yang Sempat Luput Dijawab



Ada sebuah pertanyaan yang kerap mengganggu saya. Seperti sebuah bersin yang ditahan, undian yang tak dicabut, dan salam yang tak berbalas. Sebuah perasaan pilu yang sepertinya mendesak-desak hendak keluar. Ini pertanyaan itu.

may i ask you, boy

are you give every girl your Poetry

are you give every girl your sign

are you give every girl your love

and boy,

if, one of your girl say yes to you

will you,

stay just for one girl…?

Saya percaya keraguan itu selalu muncul. Dan saya tak akan mengatakan bahwa kamu yang pertama yang saya cintai. Karena itu adalah kebohongan dan dusta. Tapi yakinlah bahwa hanya kamu yang ingin saya temani sampai mati. Tetapi untuk menjawab keraguan kamu itu saya ingin membacakan sedikit puisi dari Octavio Paz, penyair dari Meksiko.

Judulnya pas sekali dengan segala keraguan kamu, no more clichés. Seolah mengatakan bahwa segala yang aku tulis kelak akan berpotensi menjadi basa-basi. Tetapi inilah hidup, seperti sedang berdiri dalam kondisi yang kita sama-sama tak tahu apa hasilnya.

No More Clichés

Beautiful face

That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun

So do you

Open your face to me as I turn the page.

Enchanting smile

Any man would be under your spell,

Oh, beauty of a magazine.

How many poems have been written to you?

How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?

To your obsessive illusion

To you manufacture fantasy.

But today I won't make one more Cliché

And write this poem to you.

No, no more clichés.

This poem is dedicated to those women

Whose beauty is in their charm,

In their intelligence,

In their character,

Not on their fabricated looks.

This poem is to you women,

That like a Shahrazade wake up

Everyday with a new story to tell,

A story that sings for change

That hopes for battles:

Battles for the love of the united flesh

Battles for passions aroused by a new day

Battle for the neglected rights

Or just battles to survive one more night.

Yes, to you women in a world of pain

To you, bright star in this ever-spending universe

To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights

To you, friend of my heart.

From now on, my head won't look down to a magazine

Rather, it will contemplate the night

And its bright stars,

And so, no more clichés.


Sepertinya saya sedang rindu kamu yang jauh :)

11-06-2011 -Bondowoso

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3 komentar:

  1. makasi Firaa, masi kalah sama kamu :D

    BalasHapus
  2. "no,no more cliches..
    this poem is dedicated for THOSE WOMEN"

    means you wrote it for EVERY GIRL you called 'kamu yang jauh disana' isnt it??
    hahhaha,nice post eniwei. ;)

    BalasHapus