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Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The night’s air expands slowly, brings news from the billing of stillness,
feels the wings of castle’s grandeurs, which is moved by Holy Spirit of life (VI: I).
The steps of words follow the blow’s wish of intimate fragrance air,
the times glare its light’s string in the pulsating of same kind’s love of human being (VI: II). (lebih…)
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Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The splashing of black ink is used up for the passion of raging,
the starry sky in the stove of darkness (VII: I).
The grains of fire sprinkles to shine the night,
flamed before picked up by the ash of age (VII: II). (lebih…)
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Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The top of pen slides from the billing of stillness, sharpness of holy words
unsheathes, pierces the silent of time that told by breadth of hand (VIII: I).
He doesn’t follow anyone, he be rigid and also pure (VIII: II). (lebih…)
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Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
Once set up of fire will splash the forever flame,
be furious to flare up the straw’s courage, be exploded gives the nervous (IX: I).
The point of aware glows the light, unusually movement become flexible,
its fiber penetrated by you, be silent without jumping, the roaring isn’t spreader out any more (IX: II). (lebih…)
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