Monday, April 19, 2004

Prelude

Sajak Federico Garcia Lorca



Belukar poplar tengah berluruhan,

menyisakan bagi kita: bayangan.



Belukar poplar tengah berluruhan,

menyisakan buat kita: hembusan



Sepoi yang terbungkus kafan

penuh sepanjang awang surga



Tapi, ada yang tertinggal mengapung

gema-gema suara sepanjang sungai.



Dunia: cacing-cacing yang bercaya

merasuk kepada kenangan masuk.



Dan jantung-jantung terkecil

tumbuh bertunasan di jemariku.



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Prelude

(From Amor: with wings and arrows)



The poplar groves are going,

but leave us their reflection.



The poplar groves are going,

but leave us the breeze.



The breeze is shrouded

full length below the heavens.



But it has left there, floating,

its echoes on the rivers.



The world of the glow-worms

has pierced my memories.



And the tiniest of hearts

buds from my fingertips.