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I Go Back to May 1937

I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges
I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch,
the red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head,
I see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks,
the wrought-iron gate still open behind her,
its sword-tips aglow in the May air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb,
all they know is they are innocent,
they would never hurt anybody.
I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children,
you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of,
you are going to want to die. I want to go
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
his arrogant handsome face turning to me,
his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
but I don’t do it. I want to live.
I take them up like the male and female paper dolls
and bang them together at the hips, like chips of flint,
as if to strike sparks from them,
I say “Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it”

Poem by Sharon Olds

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Dia, Tujuh Belas Tahun Kemudian

Alone_by_homigl14

Picture from Deviantart.com

Dia tumbuh, tumbuh, tambah tumbuh
Dan kini sudah jadi seorang gadis seperti kamu, cantik
Tapi dia tidak mampu tersenyum, bahkan dalam hati

Setiap hari dia pelajari hal-hal baru
Misalnya, cara-cara sederhana meluapkan kebahagiaan

Setiap hari dia juga pelajari kembali hal-hal lama
Misalnya, cara-cara sederhana melupakan kesedihan
Dalam hidupnya, keduanya sama-sama penting

Dia tumbuh, tumbuh, tambah tumbuh
Dan kini sudah jadi seorang gadis seperti kamu, manis
Tapi dia tidak mau menangis, bahkan dalam hati

Setiap malam dia katakan pada ibunya
:“jangan terlalu banyak menangis, ibu, aku tak tahu berenang.”
Setiap malam ia bertanya kepada Tuhan
:“aku mencintai masa kecil dan kehidupan, tapi kenapa dirusak orang?”

 

Note :
Salah satu puisi yang menurut saya ngena banget. Saya dapet puisi tersebut dari website seorang teman yang sayangnya sekarang udah ditutup. Puisi tersebut bukan karya teman saya. Dan sayangnya lagi saya lupa nama penulis puisi tersebut. siapapun penulisnya, saya mohon ijin untuk posting di blog saya. Makasih 🙂

 

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