Sajak Amy Lowell
Setuang kueh matang sudah terpanggang
Sangrai kacang almon kutabur kutebar;
Ranum strawberi: petikkan saja hijau mahkotanya
lalu atursajikan, membasung, di piring biru dan kuning;
Helaian linen telah pun rapi, halus kukelim;
Lalu setelah itu?
Esok, kelak pun sama serupa:
Kueh dan buah strawberi,
Jarum menjelujur, masuk keluar sekujur.
Ketika surya tampak begitu indahnya jatuh pada batubata,
Bulan ternyata jauh lebih mempesona,
Sinar diagonal menembus cabang-cabang plum;
Sang bulan,
Masih bertahan,
Di atas wajahmu.
Engkau perpendar, Sayang,
Engkau dan sang bulan.
Tapi manakah yang sekedar bayang?
Jam sebelas berdentang.
Kukira, ketika tirai turun dan kita tutupkan pintu,
Malam akan bersalin pada kelam.
Tapi tidak di ruang dalam.
Interlude
When I have baked white cakes
And grated green almonds to spread on them;
When I have picked the green crowns from the strawberries
And piled them, cone-pointed, in a blue and yellow platter;
When I have smoothed the seam of the linen I have been working;
What then?
To-morrow it will be the same:
Cakes and strawberries,
And needles in and out of cloth
If the sun is beautiful on bricks and pewter,
How much more beautiful is the moon,
Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree;
The moon
Wavering across a bed of tulips;
The moon,
Still,
Upon your face.
You shine, Beloved,
You and the moon.
But which is the reflection?
The clock is striking eleven.
I think, when we have shut and barred the door,
The night will be dark
Outside.
