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Sapardi Djoko Damono
LIGHT BULB
A hanging light bulb burns bright in the room. The manentwines his fingers and their shadows move
on the wall; “That’s a deer,” he says.
“Hooray!” shout the children. “Now a tiger!”
“Here’s a tiger.” Hooray! “Now an elephant, a wild boar, a monkey . . .”
A light bulb wants to turn itself off. It feels as if
it were in the middle of a jungle. It hears
the clamour of the beasts. Suddenly it feels
alien and uncared for.
© Translation: 2009, Hasif Amini and Sapardi Djoko Damono
Bola Lampu
Bola Lampu
Sebuah bola lampu menyala tergantung dalam kamar. Lelakiitu menyusun jari-jarinya dan bayang-bayangnya
tampak bergerak di dinding; “Itu kijang,” katanya.
“Hore!” teriak anak-anaknya, “sekarang harimau!”
“Itu harimau.” Hore! “Itu gajah, itu babi hutan, itu kera . . .”
Sebuah bola lampu ingin memejamkan dirinya. Ia merasa
berada di tengah hutan. Ia bising mendengar hingar-
bingar kawanan binatang buas itu. Ia tiba-tiba merasa
asing dan tak diperhatikan.
© 1973, Sapardi Djoko Damono
From: Akuarium
Publisher: Puisi Indonesia, Jakarta
From: Akuarium
Publisher: Puisi Indonesia, Jakarta
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Bola Lampu
Sebuah bola lampu menyala tergantung dalam kamar. Lelakiitu menyusun jari-jarinya dan bayang-bayangnya
tampak bergerak di dinding; “Itu kijang,” katanya.
“Hore!” teriak anak-anaknya, “sekarang harimau!”
“Itu harimau.” Hore! “Itu gajah, itu babi hutan, itu kera . . .”
Sebuah bola lampu ingin memejamkan dirinya. Ia merasa
berada di tengah hutan. Ia bising mendengar hingar-
bingar kawanan binatang buas itu. Ia tiba-tiba merasa
asing dan tak diperhatikan.
From: Akuarium
LIGHT BULB
A hanging light bulb burns bright in the room. The manentwines his fingers and their shadows move
on the wall; “That’s a deer,” he says.
“Hooray!” shout the children. “Now a tiger!”
“Here’s a tiger.” Hooray! “Now an elephant, a wild boar, a monkey . . .”
A light bulb wants to turn itself off. It feels as if
it were in the middle of a jungle. It hears
the clamour of the beasts. Suddenly it feels
alien and uncared for.
© 2009, Hasif Amini and Sapardi Djoko Damono
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