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Poetry by Sri Wintala Achmad
Biography of Sri Wintala Achmad
The Metaphore of Ayu Aning Kusuma
Having a pair of blue saphire eyes
In front of the God she was Maria
The dry season running along desert
As wild as the horse changing
Butterfly had a pair of silk wings
When perched on her ring toe
The butterfly was her son
Weebing from the Golgota's top. Where
His fate awarded by the prickly steel-crown
Would make love to the sun forever
Before the twilight reenthroned his victory
Into the most enjoible tomb
Having the grey mist as an umbrella
Indonesia, 2002
The Daytime's Downpour
(Short Letter for Tukoku Kamei)
Under the sky the arousing timpani of thunder
The Rain's gratings were her curving fingers
Playing the violin of defeat
For all dreams about the deteriorating sun
Burried no strewn flowers, but
Sadness the rain played on old tins
Felt by her it was the triangle
Pouring its tears out
From the deepest hurt heart
To twilight where the day
Closing its black screen
Indonesia, 2002
For the Poet Burning the God's Holy Book
(for Mathori A. Elwa)
We'd witnessed
The poet burnt the god' script
By way of the raging egoism
On the past big wok
Dwarfmen dancing
Went all around the big wok, while
Sang for poet's victory
On one dream as the god of gods
After the fire was out
And they began to be tired for dancing
The poet webed for the sake of shortcomings
Bought by no poetry's purchasing power
As the witness
I'd writen it more
The poet took his life
By way of his revenge's fire
Indonesia, 2002
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Sanggar Gunung Gamping, 2002
My Son and Zindan
My son asked for plastic ball
"I dream to be Zidan, dad."
At my home yard -- as wide as bathroom
Under Zidan he trained playing soccer
"Don't be him honoured as the greatest king
In gold bird's cake, when His brittle feet
aren't powerful for just one goal!"
At the soccer's field -- as wide as Senayan
My son who was a little referee
Stabbed Zidan's heart by red card
The super star was dead in long sadness
My son asked for individual ball
"Dad, I'll play soccer without him
In the prison which was wider than world."
Indonesia, 2002
Terboyo Terminal in the Early Morning
Suddenly, the bus visiting at terminal
Just spreading seeds of desire. But
Why did the dark sky cry for bus' howls
Going down one by one?
Indonesia, 2002
The Old City Station
The old city' station you'd left behind
It was just as man's bed, after
Fighting to the sun
As fate as the singing beggar you sang about tears
On the rock which hadn't been finished for a day yet. But
When the new station had been in front of eyes
The hell your face, then
Would you still wrote poems above all dreams
Created by the train's trip
Indonesia, 2002
The Killed Mechanical Mouse
On the street of the centre city
The mecanical mouse had been killed
Her heart was broken by police's bullet
The men having a head of wild boar
But her mouth' spittle the fragrance of farmers' sweat
The people flowing love more
As clear as river's water under green hill
To the farms burnt by the dry season' sun
The mechanical mouse had been dead
No ceremony, flower, incence, candle, prayer, tear
And terrible news writen by news papers
Cause the death had been a common case
In this country known well
As God's empire. But
It would ben recorded in the books of poetry
Indonesia, 2002
Under the Waving Flag
The waving flag of the old building
It was like an eagle forgotten by wind's fingers
Whose wings scratched for the red sky forever
Up to the colour of twilight the country
Burnt by fire put out from its owners' heart -- the ones
Singing "Indonesia Raya" in all together. But
Their sound the hoarse trumpet's
Blown in the new years
Under the flag whose waving spirit
It Never reflected their ancestors' desire
Indonesia, 2002