Saut Situmorang

Rookie (29 June 1966 / Tebing Tinggi, North Sumatra, Indonesia)

After Baudelaire - Poem by Saut Situmorang

suppose I step into your life
mother of memories
mistress of mistresses
like some ancient chinese junk
driven by a favouring wind
bringing an evening of dreams
a full moon and silky stars
as the night gradually closes like a mystic screen...

I’ve enough dreams to fill a thousand verses
where only metaphors exist
and angelic fireflies flapping their blinking giant wings
in a slow movement
amidst the monotonous sound of a bamboo flute
played by a little brown boy
dreaming on the back of a grazing water-buffalo

suppose I step into your life
gently like the distant mountain appearing
out of the rising early morning mist
bringing sunshine and a thousand bird songs
and the shrill whistle of a train
coming into the station...


Comments about After Baudelaire by Saut Situmorang

  • Khoirun Niam (10/11/2008 1:16:00 PM)

    it's a nice work.
    thank, sir

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 3, 2008

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