A Sough Transforming I Poem by Astrajingga Asmasubrata

: For Galuh Puspita Ariputri

I become air when I hear d
all sough vibrates the drip in
your breath. With the rise, drive in day
we're to still near the library. You
ordered orange ice. Pushing books, busy I am
There is no one inside, but why scream ing
shoot at camera. On the table there an ant
dragging the deadly carcass, and what this means
We are inside poets

In your eyes I look like tree of mangoes
which grows next my house. Wow!
My sister picked up a purple kite
get stuck. The mangoes tree look like
expectations tough well too fragile
The Landlord came with saw machine
The mangoes tree in your eyes keeping rising
and the falling of flower's my head heading
For you is not a flower, it's a soughing
Sough manifest me. But thinking I
not the sough, it's a non sense thing stuck at your chest
I might well not absolutely surely
It's about cutting or worrying or tumbling

Then you touche smartphone's screen
Piece of silence falls into your dreams, niche
The wielder's saw machine wailed
You hold your breath, mean not I yet free

(Pondok Bambu, 2016)

Translated By Setyowati Wulandari