Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
When the air sway smallest pieces of your hair,
the cloud- cumulus be in throng moved covers the skin of firmament (XII: I).
Its wings stretch on the hill without stars,
and then heard the gending-gending that comes from cluster of village,
the beginning place of visiting from the langgam without told (XII: II). Lanjutkan membaca “PROFOUND SORROW OF FOAM, XII: I – CXVIII”