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Sapardi Djoko Damono
PAPER BOAT
When you were a child you made a paper boat and sailed iton the river shore; the stream flowed gently, and
your boat swayed its way towards the ocean.
“It will stop at every big port,” an old man told you.
Feeling happy, you went home with vibrant pictures
in your head. Since then you kept expecting to hear
by chance any news about the boat that was
always on your mind.
At long last the message reached you from that old man, Noah. He said,
“I used it in a big flood and your boat
is now stranded on a hill somewhere.”
© Translation: 2009, Hasif Amini and Sapardi Djoko Damono
Perahu Kertas
Perahu Kertas
Waktu masih kanak-kanak kau membuat perahu kertas dankaulayarkan di tepi kali; alirnya sangat tenang, dan
perahumu bergoyang menuju lautan.
“Ia akan singgah di bandar-bandar besar,” kata seorang lelaki
tua. Kau sangat gembira, pulang dengan berbagai
gambar warna-warni di kepala. Sejak itu kau pun
menunggu kalau-kalau ada kabar dari perahu yang tak
pernah lepas dari rindumu itu.
Akhirnya kaudengar juga pesan dari Si Tua itu, Nuh, katanya,
“Telah kupergunakan perahumu itu dalam sebuah banjir
besar dan kini terdampar di sebuah bukit.”
© 1981, Sapardi Djoko Damono
From: Perahu Kertas
Publisher: Balai Pustaka, Jakarta
From: Perahu Kertas
Publisher: Balai Pustaka, Jakarta
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Perahu Kertas
Waktu masih kanak-kanak kau membuat perahu kertas dankaulayarkan di tepi kali; alirnya sangat tenang, dan
perahumu bergoyang menuju lautan.
“Ia akan singgah di bandar-bandar besar,” kata seorang lelaki
tua. Kau sangat gembira, pulang dengan berbagai
gambar warna-warni di kepala. Sejak itu kau pun
menunggu kalau-kalau ada kabar dari perahu yang tak
pernah lepas dari rindumu itu.
Akhirnya kaudengar juga pesan dari Si Tua itu, Nuh, katanya,
“Telah kupergunakan perahumu itu dalam sebuah banjir
besar dan kini terdampar di sebuah bukit.”
From: Perahu Kertas
PAPER BOAT
When you were a child you made a paper boat and sailed iton the river shore; the stream flowed gently, and
your boat swayed its way towards the ocean.
“It will stop at every big port,” an old man told you.
Feeling happy, you went home with vibrant pictures
in your head. Since then you kept expecting to hear
by chance any news about the boat that was
always on your mind.
At long last the message reached you from that old man, Noah. He said,
“I used it in a big flood and your boat
is now stranded on a hill somewhere.”
© 2009, Hasif Amini and Sapardi Djoko Damono
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