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Cecep Syamsul Hari

RimbunDahanSepilihan Puisi • Selected Poems

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Orfeus BooksJl. Raya Cibabat No. 357

Cimahi 40522, West Java, Indonesia

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Rimbun Dahansepilihan puisi • selected poems



Ucapan Terima Kasih • 6Di Pasar Seni • 8

Requiem for an Embrace • 9 Cheron •10

Di Studio Husin •11Muharam Telah Tiba •12

Rahasia Hujan •13 Alastu Birabbikum •14

Mengantar Sarawut Pulang •15 Seperti Pantun •16

Lily Air •17Sajak Samson •18

China Town •19Malam Idul Adha •20

Kepada Angela •21Jalan Pohon •22

Kau dan Aku •23 Lee •24

Daun Mersawa •25

Daftar Isi



30• Acknowledgments

32• At the Art Market

33• Requiem for an Embrace

34• Cheron

35• At Husin’s Studio

36• Muharam has Come

37• Secret of the Rain

38• Alastu Birabbikum

39• Escorting Sarawut Back Home

40• Such a Rhyme

41• Water Lily

42• Samson’s Poem

43• China Town

44• Idul Adha’s Eve

45• For Angela

46• The Tree Boulevard

47• You and I

48• Lee

49• Mersawa Leaf

Contents



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RimbunDahanSepilihan Puisi



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Saya mengucapkan terima kasih kepada Angela dan HijjasKasturi beserta keluarga yang telah memberikan kesempatankepada saya untuk tinggal sebagai poet-in-residence di RimbunDahan Arts Residency. Dua bulan masa tinggal saya di RimbunDahan (Desember 2007 – Januari 2008) adalah salah satu darimasa-masa penuh ketenangan dan keindahan dalam hidupsaya. Semua puisi di dalam buku ini ditulis pada periodetersebut.

Setiap hari, ketika saya membuka pintu rumah tamu saya padadunia, yang pertama kali saya rasakan adalah alam yangbersahabat dan damai. Setiap detik yang saya lewatkan diRimbun Dahan, tak pernah luput dari mendengar kicau burung,ricik air, dan desau angin. Udara begitu segar, membuat hidupsaya sehat lahir dan batin. Di Rimbun Dahan, saya dapatmenyatukan setiap helaan nafas saya dengan tanah dan langit.

Selama di Rimbun Dahan, saya sepenuhnya dapat menyepidan mengasingkan diri dari dunia yang ramai dan keseharianyang riuh. Secara harfiah maupun maknawi, Rimbun Dahansebenarnya adalah puisi itu sendiri.

Terima kasih kepada Arts Manager Rimbun Dahan, NoorMahnun Mohamed (Anum). Juga kepada para staf RimbunDahan: Bang Sham dan isteri, Bang Jasmin dan isteri, BangRoeslan dan isteri, serta Mbak Sum.

Begitupun ucapan terima kasih saya sampaikan kepada sesamaartist-in-residence atas persahabatan dan kolaborasi yangtulus: Bahtiar Dwi Susanto (Anto); Ahmad Fuad Osman;Sarawut; dan Gabrielle Bates. Ucapan terima kasih yang sama,saya sampaikan pula untuk para mahasiswa post-graduateIndonesia di Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia (UKM) yang sediasaya temui, khususnya Memen Durahman dan Wida Suherman.Saya ingin pula menyampaikan terimakasih untuk percakapan

Ucapan Terima Kasih



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yang ramah dan menyenangkan kepada ceramic artist So’hibulAzri Ahmad, visual artist Husin Hourmain dan Prof. SalamahAbu Mansor.

Saya berharap para penyair lain dari Indonesia, dari negara-negara di Asia Tenggara, maupun dari negara-negara lain, dapatmemperoleh kesempatan yang sama dari surga kreatif yangdiberikan Rimbun Dahan Arts Residency.

Cimahi, 17 Februari 2009

Cecep Syamsul Hari




Pada sebuah siang yang membaraSekelompok pekerja pulang ke bahasa JawaMereka mengeluhkan rupiah yang melemah

Patroli polisi dan tanah rantau yang mesti diakaliPaspor yang ditahan dan sisa ringgit di pundi-pundi

Kenapa bis murah ke Kajangtak kunjung datang?

Jangan bicara cinta dengan kamiItu cuma milik puisi

Jangan suruh kami pergi ke kedutaan IndonesiaMereka bukan milik kaum pekerja

Jangan ingatkan kami akan larangan-laranganDi negeri yang melarang berlaku sumbang

Kenapa bis murah ke Kajangtak kunjung datang?

Tetapi hidup tidak hanya kisah kekerasanAtau pameran lukisan kesedihan

Hidup juga janji kemakmuran di garis UtopiaDan kami datang untuk mengejarnya

Pada sebuah siang yang membaraSekelompok pekerja pulang ke bahasa Jawa

Di dalam bis tiga ringgit ke KajangAku pun pulang entah kepada apa

Entah kepada siapa

Di Pasar Seni




Aku akan memelukmu sebelum pagi tibaAku akan memelukmu ketika senja tiba

Setiap orang hanya memiliki satu hatiDan setiap kehidupan memberi waktu satu hari

Tidak akan pernah kubiarkan kau pergi

Dalam keagungan kenanganPara pencinta dikutuk untuk melupakan

Para penyair disumpah untuk mengekalkan

Datanglah kepadaku wahai grasia semua kerianganDatanglah kepadaku wahai mawar dari selatan

Aku akan memelukmu sebelum subuh tibaAku akan memelukmu ketika maut tiba

Requiem for an Embrace- dari kanvas gabrielle bates




Tidak ada yang lebih membuatku sengsaraSelain mendengar erang kesakitan rumputan

Suara mesin pemotong rumput ituMelengking ganjil, parau dan monoton

Dadaku seperti dipukul bertubi-tubiPalu ganda Cheron

Cheron




Husin menafsirkan muasal manusia pada abstraksi lingkaranDigelapkannya langit dengan warna dosa pertama

Di sebuah pantai Adam pun terdamparDalam redup senja

Ada telah menjadi tiadaKekal telah menjadi fana

Setelah seratus tahun taubatan nasuhaDi Jabal Rahmah Adam menemukan Hawa

Air mata sepasang pencintaMengubah butiran-butiran pasir menjadi lautan permata

Bagaimana mungkin satu gigitan khuldiMenentukan nasib seluruh umat manusia?

Husin menafsirkan suratan manusia pada abstraksi lingkaranKini dibiarkannya sebuah bidang putih hilang dalam sinaran

Di Studio Husin




Ada tujuh puluh malaikat subuh Kamis ini meninggalkanlapisan langit pertengahan dan turun di Rimbun Dahan.Sebagian mengubah dirinya menjadi daun pinang malaiana,buah simpoh, batang pohon no, ranting bungor, tunas kelapa,setangkai lily air, ikan koi, burung bulbul, ayam hutan,rumput air, serai wangi, dan seekor capung di atas sehelaidaun mersawa.

Bahkan Samson dan Delilah, Kicap dan Belacan, Mai danSantan luput mengetahui kehadiran mereka. Sesuatu yangtidak biasa.

Tiga puluh malaikat berdiri menghadap kabah berjajarmembentangkan sayap mereka memenuhi langit dan udaradengan zikir cahaya.

Inilah awal tahun baru bagi orang-orang Tuhan dan parapencinta Muhammad. Muharam telah tiba. Muharam telahtiba.

Ada tujuh puluh malaikat subuh Kamis ini meninggalkanlapisan langit pertengahan dan turun di Rimbun Dahan.Mereka mengundang Attar dan Khayam, Lipo dan Po-Chui,Goethe dan Sa’di, membacakan puisi-puisi tentang sungaidan embun, anggur dan cinta, sorga dan jiwa yang merdeka.

Bersama Rumi, mereka hanyut di pusaran tarian sufi hinggasenja tiba.

Dalam keriangan yang memabukkan, menari di tengahlingkaran, seluruh rapuh tubuhku berubah menjadi air mata.

Muharam Telah Tiba




Pada setiap butir hujan yang menyentuh daun-daunMalaikat Mikail menyimpan sehelai sayapnya

Lebih transparan dari danau embunLebih putih dari sungai cahaya

Pada setiap helai sayap ituPencinta Tuhan menemukan ibu

Pencari Tuhan menemukan pintuPenyair Tuhan menemukan waktu

Rahasia Hujan




Sebab itulah aku selalu mencari wajahmuDengan seluruh umurku

Mengapa kita bertemu di terang Hari AlastuBukan di ujung senja biasa hari Rabu

Atau Sabtu atau MingguKetika kau lukis matahari dengan warna ungu

Dan sapuan pastel limau dan violetMenyayat urat nadiku setipis silet

Kaulah kesedihan terbesar hidupkuKaulah akar alam raya nestapaku

Van Gogh menyebutmu cinta sejatiYang setia kukekalkan dalam duka puisi

Alastu Birabbikumnothing roots us deeper in reality than true love(Van Gogh)




Ia pendiam seperti dua kawanku asal ThailandDi Korea Selatan dua tahun silam

Di depan laptop Mac hampir setiap malamIa duduk di ruang depan rumah tamu Rimbun Dahan

Ia pantang alkohol dan seorang vegetarian

Sering aku seduhkan untuknyaSecangkir kopi atau teh pahit saja

Sebab ia menjauhi gulaSebagaimana ia menghindari wanita

Ia pengikut setia jalan Budha

Sehari sebelum pulang kami bicara tiga jam lamanyaBerkali-kali ia mengeluh soal imigrasi dan visa

“I’m unhappy in this country,” ia berkata

Ke Pudu Raya hari itu kami mengantarnya pulangMencari bis jurusan Penang

Mengantar Sarawut Pulang




Di kantor imigrasi Putra JayaMengurus perpanjangan visa turisSelama berada di MalaysiaKerap kupakai bahasa Inggris

Di Little India ketemu gadis manisMatanya lebih cerah dari HeliosGara-gara berbahasa InggrisAku sering disangka Filipinos

Ingin beli hadiah untuk ibu mertuaSehelai kain sutra di China TownSekali lupa berbahasa IndonesiaNasib jugalah memanggilku indon

Seperti Pantun




Penyair akan mencari lily airPada wajah kekasihnya

Ia memujamu sekilau cahayaTak pernah risau akan tiba senja

Melembutkan putik sepanjang malamDalam selimut putih kesunyian

Ia pasrahkan pualam tubuhnyaJadi milikmu seluruhnya

Lily Air




Selalu pada waktu subuhSamson dan kawan-kawanMenyalak sepanjang adzan

Mungkin mereka melihat para malaikat ke langit pulangMungkin mereka melihat setan-setan ramai keliaranMungkin mereka cuma membersihkan tenggorokan

Samson dan kawan-kawan pernah bertanya kepadakuApakah aku kenal kakek merekaKonon ia anjing para penghuni gua

Yang diizinkan Tuhan masuk sorga

Sajak Samson- untuk lukisan ahmad fuad osman




Di China Town,Aku merasa seperti pulang

Ke pasar raya Parisj van Java

Di dalam remang Oriental SpaPada sebuah senja berhujan dupa

Kudengar Agus dan Anwar riang tertawa

Lepas lohor, dua jam sebelumnyaDi dalam hening masjid di Mosque Street

Kulihat Jamal dan Joni belajar kembali alifbata

Singapura, 2007

China Town




Surau-surau bertakbirTanpa pengeras suaraDi Jalan Kuang

Hatiku seperti dasar sebuah kolamTak pernah menepis lengan hujanDingin dan transparan

Buah-buah simpoh berubah jadi batuDi atas rumputan basah

Langit sesunyi biasanya

Malam Idul Adha




Tiada pagi tanpa nyanyian burung-burungSenandung angin dan hawa purba

Di Rimbun Dahan

Pohon bungor tua itu jugaYang pertama tertangkap mata

Bila kubuka rumah tamuku pada dunia

Setiap hari aku mengenang burung bulbul Oscar WildeYang mengubah dirinya menjadi tarian walsa

Merah mawar perawan jelita

Kepada Angela




Menyusuri jalan pohonHilang batas aku dan langitTanah ini pun tubuhku sendiri

Menghindari sarang-sarang semut di atas rumputanAku bicara pada pohon-pohon no dan pinangSeperti seorang prajurit Sulaeman

Usai hujan besar semalamRibuan burung singgah di dahan-dahanWahai Attar, bukankah ini negerimu yang hilang?

Jalan Pohon




Di sinilah aku, si penafsir malangMengenang wajahmu yang hilang

Pada sebuah senja yang silam

Pagi jugalah yang selalu setiaMenulis kembali kisah yang sama

Pada daun-daun pinanga malaiana

Seperti embun dan runcing hujanKau dan aku rapuh dalam waktu

Tubuh kita tiada dalam cahaya

Kau dan Aku




Pagi dan hujan, dari mana mereka datang?Menulis risau di meranti lambai daunMeminang kilau embun

Luka dan cahaya, dari mana mereka datang?Menikam puisiku berkali-kaliMembunuhku di puncak sunyi

Lee, dari mana kau datang?Memeluk sungai tubuhmuMenghabiskan setahun umurku

Lee




Di tepi pagiHujan beranjak pergi

Pohon bungor ditimang sepi

Ikan-ikan koi di sudut kolamSeperti sekumpulan pertapa

Masih kudengar suara serangga

Kutemukan silam wajahmuPada sehelai daun mersawa

Jauh di dasar jiwa

Daun Mersawa




Cecep Syamsul Hari lahir di Bandung, Jawa Barat, Indonesia,1 Mei, 1967. Buku-buku puisinya yang telah dipulikasikan:Kenang-kenangan/Remembrance (1996), Efrosina/Euphrosyne(2002, 2005), 21 Love Poems: Bilingual Edition (2006), TwoSeasons: Korea in Poems Bilingual Edition (2007). Ia jugamenulis novel, cerita pendek, dan esai.

Karya-karya dipublikasikan pula pada sejumlah jurnal danantologi, antara lain: Heat Literary International (Sydney,Australia, 1999), Beth E. Kolko’s Writing in an Electronic World:a Rhetoric with Readings (United States: Longman, 2000), HarryAveling’s Secrets Need Words: Indonesian Poetry 1966-1998(United States: Ohio University Press, 2001), Wasafiri (London,England, 2003), Orientierungen (Bonn, Germany, 2/2006).

Ia menerjemahkan sejumlah buku, di antaranya: Para Pemabukdan Putri Duyung (selected poems of Pablo Neruda, 1996);Hikayat Kamboja (selected poems of D.J. Enright, 1996);Ringkasan Sahih Bukhari (compilation of Bukhari’s hadis, 1997;1100 pages); Rumah Seberang Jalan (selected short stories ofR.K. Narayan, 2002).




Ia menyunting Kisah-kisah Parsi/Persian Tales (C.A. MeesSantport and H.B. Jassin, 2000); Horison Sastra Indonesia/APerspective of Indonesian Literature (with Taufiq Ismail, et.al;four volumes, 2003); Horison Esai Indonesia/A Perspective ofIndonesian Essays (with Taufiq Ismail, et.al; two volumes, 2004).

Saat ini, ia adalah redaktur majalah sastra Horison yang berdiridi Jakarta, Indonesia, sejak 1966.

Rimbun Dahan Bilingual Edition berisi sepilihan puisi yangia tulis selama masa dua bulan tinggalnya sebagai poet inresidence (8 Desember 2007 - Januari 27, 2008) di RimbunDahan Arts Residency, Selangor, Malaysia.

Official website: http://www.freewebs.com/cecepsyamsulhari




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I am indebted to Angela and Hijjas Kasturi and the family forthe chance given to me to stay as poet-in-residence in RimbunDahan Arts Residency. Two months of my stay in Rimbun Dahan(December 2007 – January 2008) was one of the tremendousmoments of my life full of serenity and beauty. All poems inthis book were written during this periode.

One day, when I opened the door of my guest house to theworld, the first thing I felt was the nature that so friendly andpeace. Every second I spent in Rimbun Dahan never passedwithout listening to the songs of birds, the sprinkling of waterand the whisper of wind. The air was so fresh so it made mylife healthy body and mind. In Rimbun Dahan every singlebreath I took can be harmonized with the earth and the heavens.

While in Rimbun Dahan, I could totally become desolate andseparate myself from crowded world and noisy daily life. Bothliterally and spiritually Rimbun Dahan was truly the poetry itself.

My thankfulness to Rimbun Dahan Arts Manager, Noor MahnunMohamed (Anum) and also to the staff of Rimbun Dahan: BangSham and wife, Bang Jasmin and wife, Bang Roeslan and wifeand also Mbak Sum.

My great appreciation to my fellows artists-in-residence forfriendship and sincere collaboration: Bahtiar Dwi Susanto(Anto); Ahmad Fuad Osman, Sarawut and Gabrielle Bates. Thesame appreciation I give to the post-graduate students fromIndonesia in Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia (UKM) for theirwillingness to meet me, especially to Memen Durahman andWida Suherman. I also like to express my gratitude for kindlyand enjoyable conversation to ceramic artist So’hibul AzriAhmad, visual artist Husin Hourmin and Prof. Salamah AbuMansor.

Acknowledgments




I am hoping that other poets from Indonesia, from South-EastAsian countries and from other countries, can get the sameopportunity from the creative heaven given by Rimbun DahanArts Residency.

Cimahi, February 17th, 2009

Cecep Syamsul Hari




In a burning afternoonA group of labors returned to their Javanese

They grumbled about rupiahs that getting weakPolice patrol and land overseas to be subjectedDetained passport and a bit of ringgits left in the pocket

Why the cheap bus to KajangNever come up?

Don’t talk about love with usIt just belongs to the poetry

Don’t push us to the Indonesian embassyThey don’t belongs to the labors

Don’t remind us about prohibitionsIn a country that forbid immoral manners

Why the cheap bus to KajangNever come up?

But live is not only a story of wickednessNor the painting exhibition of sorrow

Live is also a promising prosperity in the line of UtopiaAnd we come to grasp it

In a burning afternoonA group of labors returned to their Javanese

In the three ringgits bus to KajangI returned back without knowing to what

Nor to whom

At the Art Market




I will embrace you before the morning comesI will embrace you when the night falls

Every human has just one heartAnd every life gives one day time

Not at all shall I let you go

In the glorious of memoriesThe lovers are cursed to forget

The poets are fated to commemorate

Come to me dear grace of all joyCome to me dear roses from the south

I will embrace you before the dawn comesI will embrace you when the death arrives

Requiem for an Embracefrom the canvas of gabrielle bates




Nothing more that make me sufferBesides listening to the moan of hurting lawn

The sound of that grass cutter machineWailing weirdly, hoarse and monotone

My chest is like beaten over and over againWith the double hammer of Cheron

Cheron




Husin construed the beginning of mankindfrom the circle abstraction

The heavens were darkened by the color of first sin

At a seashore so Adam run agroundIn a gloominess of afternoon

Something has become nothingEternity has become ephemeral

After a hundred years of repent and forswearIn Jabal Rahmah Adam met Eve

Tears of a couple of loversChanged grainy sands into the sea of precious stones

How could a bite of forbidden fruitDetermined the fate of whole mankind?

Husin construed the destiny of mankindfrom the circle abstraction

Now he let a patch of white disappear in gleam

At Husin ’ s Studio




There are seventy angels this Thursday morning flying downfrom the middle level of heaven and arrive in Rimbun Dahan.A part of them change themselves into pinanga malaiana,simpoh fruit, no tree, bungor branch, coconut bud, a stem ofwater lily, koi fish, nightingale, wild rooster, rumput air,fragrant grass, and a dragon-fly on a sheet of mersawa leaf.

Even Samson and Delillah, Kicap and Belacan, Mai andSantan do not realize their existences. Something strange.

Thirty angels are standing before the Ka‘ba in a rowspreading out their wings full up the sky and the air withrecitation of light.

This is a beginning of new year for worshippers of God anddevotees of Muhammad. Muharam has come. Muharam hascome.

There are seventy angels this Thursday morning flying downfrom the middle level of heaven and arrive in RimbunDahan. They invite Attar and Khayam, Lipo and Po-Chui,Goethe and Sa’di, read the verses about dew and river, loveand wine, released soul and paradise.

Along with Rumi, they drift in circle of mystical dance till thenightfall.

In dazzling cheerfulness, dancing in the middle of ring allfragilities of my body change into tears.

Muharam has Come




In every drop of the rain that touches leavesThe Angel Michael keeps a piece of his wings

Clearer than the lake of dewWhiter than the river of light

In every piece of the wingsThe adorer of God found the mother

The seeker of God found the doorThe poet of God found the time

Secret of the Rain




Because of that I always seek of your faceWith all my ages

Why we met in the bright Alastu dayNot in usual edge of evening of Wednesday

Or Saturday or SundayWhen you painted the sun with purple

With a glance of citrus orange and violetSlicing my arteries as slight as a razor blade

You are the greatest grief of my lifeYou are the root of the universe of my misery

Van Gogh called you true loveWho for eternity I immortalize in the sorrow of poetry

Alastu BirabbikumNothing roots us deeper in reality than true love(Van Gogh)




He is quiet like my two friends from ThailandIn South Korea two years ago

In front of the Mac laptop almost every nightHe sat in the veranda of the Rimbun Dahan guest house

He rejects alcohol and he is a vegetarian

Many times I made himA cup of coffee or just bitter tea

Because he keeps out sugarAs well as he avoids woman

He is a faithfull devotee of Buddha’s way

A day before he returned home, we talked about three hoursOver and over again he complained about immigration and

visa

“I am unhappy in this country,” he said

To Pudu Raya that day we escorted him back homeSearching for a bus to Penang

Escorting Sarawut Back Home




In immigration office of Putra JayaProcessing renewal of my traveler visaWhile in MalaysiaFrequently I spoke in English

In Little India I met a pretty girlHer eyes were brighter than the HeliosJust because I spoke EnglishI often regarded as Philippinos

Wanna buy a gift for my mother in lawA piece of silk cloth in China TownOne time I forgot speaking IndonesiaSuch a fate that called me indon

Such a Rhyme




The poet will seek for water lilyIn the face of his lover

She worships you a glisten lightNever be anxious about the dusk comes

Soften pistil all the nightUnder white blanket of loneliness

She surrenders her marble bodyBe yours wholeheartedly

Water Lily




Always in the dawnSamson and his friendsBarking as long as the call to prayer

May be they saw the angels back to heavensMay be they saw the demons lively wander aboutMay be they just cleaning their throats

Samson and his friend ever asked meWhether I know their forefatherThey said he was a dog of the cave dwellers

That permitted by God entering the heaven

Samson ’ s Poemfor the painting of Ahmad Fuad Osman




In China TownI felt like at home

Going to Parijs van Java trade fair

In the gloomy Oriental SpaIn the evening showered by incenses

I heard Agus and Anwar laugh cheerfully

After midday prayer, two hours earlierIn a silent mosque at Mosque Street

I saw Jamal and Joni learn alifbata

Singapore, 2007

China Town




Prayer houses recited of laudationWithout a loud speakerIn Kuang Street

My heart is like bottom of a pondNever ward off the arms of rainCold and transparent

Simpoh fruits altered into stoneOn the wet grass

Sky as quiet as usual

Idul Adha ’ s Eve




No morning without the song of birdsHum of wind and ancient air

In Rimbun Dahan

The old bungor tree alwaysThat first catched by eyes

When I opened my guest house to the world

Every day I think of Oscar Wilde’s nightingaleThat changed itself to be a waltz dance

Red roses of a lovely maiden

For Angela




Walking along the tree streetVanishing the boundary between me and heavensThis ground itself is also my body

Keeping away from the ant hills on the grassy fieldI talked to the no and pinang treesLike a warrior of Solomon

After heavy rain last nightThousands of birds stayed on the branchesDear Attar, wasn’t it your disappearing country?

The Tree Boulevard




Here I am, a poor interpreterRemembering your face that has gone

On an evening of the past

The morning too that always faithfulRewriting the same story

On pinanga malaiana leaves

Like dew and prickly rainYou and I were fragile in time

Our bodies vanished in light

You and I




Morning and rain, from where they come?Writing restless on waving meranti leavesProposing shimmer of dew

Wound and light, from where they come?Stabbing my poems again and againKilling me in lonely peak

Lee, from where you come?Embracing the river of your bodyTaking a year of my age

Lee




On the edge of dawnThe rain moved out

Bungor trees were swung by loneliness

Koi fishes in a corner of pondJust like the assemblage of hermits

Still I heard the sound of insects

I found past of your faceOn a piece of mersawa leaf

Deep beneath the soul

Mersawa Leaves




Cecep Syamsul Hari was born in Bandung, West Java,Indonesia, May 1, 1967. His published poetry books: Kenang-kenangan/Remembrance (1996), Efrosina/Euphrosyne (2002,2005), 21 Love Poems: Bilingual Edition (2006), Two Seasons:Korea in Poems Bilingual Edition (2007). His published creativeworks including novel, short-stories, and essays.

His works also internationally published in several journals andanthologies such as: Heat Literary International (Sydney,Australia, 1999), Beth E. Kolko’s Writing in an Electronic World:a Rhetoric with Readings (United States: Longman, 2000), HarryAveling’s Secrets Need Words: Indonesian Poetry 1966-1998(United States: Ohio University Press, 2001), Wasafiri (London,England, 2003), Orientierungen (Bonn, Germany, 2/2006).

He had translated several books. Among of those are: ParaPemabuk dan Putri Duyung (selected poems of Pablo Neruda,1996); Hikayat Kamboja (selected poems of D.J. Enright, 1996);Ringkasan Sahih Bukhari (compilation of Bukhari’s hadis, 1997;1100 pages); Rumah Seberang Jalan (selected short stories ofR.K. Narayan, 2002).




He’s also editor of Kisah-kisah Parsi/Persian Tales (C.A. MeesSantport and H.B. Jassin, 2000); Horison Sastra Indonesia/APerspective of Indonesian Literature (with Taufiq Ismail, et.al;four volumes, 2003); Horison Esai Indonesia/A Perspective ofIndonesian Essays (with Taufiq Ismail, et.al; two volumes, 2004).

Currently, he is editor of Horison, a monthly literary magazinebased in Jakarta, Indonesia, since 1966.

Rimbun Dahan Bilingual Edition contains selected poemshe wrote during his two months stays (December 8, 2007 -Januari 27, 2008) as a resident poet at Rimbun Dahan ArtsResidency, Selangor, Malaysia.

Official website: http://www.freewebs.com/cecepsyamsulhari



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