SENJA DI PELABUHAN KECIL

TWILIGHT AT LITTLE HARBOUR

this time no one's looking for love

between the sheds, the old houses, in the stories

of poles and rope. a boat. a perahu without water

puffs and blows, thinking there's something it can catch.

the drizzle quickens the darkness. there is an eagle still flapping

touching the sulkiness. with a rustle the day swim swiftly away,

to meet the seduction of things to come. nothing moves

and now the sand and the sea are asleep, the waves are gone

there's nothing else. I am alone. walking

skirting the peninsule, still a muffled hope

of just once reaching the end, and saying goodbay to everything

from the fourth beach, where the last sob could be hugged

by chairil anwar (senja di pelabuhan kecil)

translated by Raffel in in Husen

senja di pelabuhan kecil

ini kali tidak ada yang mencari cinta

di antara gudang rumah tua pada cerita

tiang serta temali, kapal perahu tiada berlaut

menghembus diri dalam mempercaya mau berpaut

gerimis mempercepat kelam. ada juga kelepak elang

menyinggung muram, deseir hari berenang

menemu bujuk pangkal akanan. tidak bergerak

dan kini tanah dan air tidur hilang ombak

tiada lagi. aku sendiri. berjalan

menyisir semenanjung, masih pengap harap

sekali tiba di ujung dan sekalian selamat jalan

dari pantai keempat, sedu penghabisan bisa terdekap

chairil anwar

pemandangan senja di Masjid Terapung Pantai Losari Makassar 25 januari 2015

galeri foto di pantai losari