Tuti Artic
Between happiness now and happiness tomorrow: a grand canyonYou, my sweet, I watch you smile as you lick your Artic ice-block;
I will decorate my love for you with cream puffs + Coca Cola
This is a boot camp for you, my future wife: see if you can stop the tickling of the clock.
You are an excellent kisser already, I can still feel your lips on mine
As you hop on to the buddy seat of my decrepit Raleigh—
I can still feel the heat of your body, how fast you've grown, sweet child o' mine!
The dreams of this old man rocket sky high.
Other men will pick you up tomorrow, and the next day—a different man every day
I will walk past you on the street and you won't say hi:
Heaven to you is nothing but child's play.
But I'm like you too, I wear things out at the speed of light
Me and Tuti + Greet + Amoi ... I break hearts left right and centre,
Love is a series of short wars.
- Chairil Anwar, in Djakarta Dalam Puisi Indonesia (Ajip Rosidi, ed.), Dewan Kesenian Djakarta, 1972, p. 42.
posted by lo! @ 11:43 PM
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