Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
(I) Faust, I hear you in the noisy
the side of my spirit; the hills make line to test this climbing,
far profile on the top of snow mountain is mine.
You freeze the body of rain, the kapok assaults
your robe, whom rumpled for me is the old of your face;
watch the ancient of the world from everything exist. Lanjutkan membaca “FOR J.W.V. GOETHE, II”