Mata Berdebu

Mari rayakan
Dua cangkir kopi pekat
Sepinggan kukis wortel
Dan kursimu yang berderit derit
Digoyang angin

Mungkin kau letih diperdaya mimpi

Habiskan kopimu
Aku dan kau
Takkan lagi tertipu

Kayumanis dan jeruk
Bukan vanilla jika aku keliru
Mari rayakan.. 

Kau membunuh Maret
Tidakkah terlalu dini membunuh Maret?

Kau tahu,  seperti Agustus.
Maret enggan mati terburu-buru.

Terserah saja.
Aku bukan kalender.

Maret sudah mati. 
Larilah Tuan, Maret sudah mati.

Lari. Kau selalu suka lari. Bawa serta nona-mu. 

 

Bridal Ballad by Edgar Allan Poe 

The ring is on my hand,
    And the wreath is on my brow;
  Satins and jewels grand
  Are all at my command.
    And I am happy now.  And my lord he loves me well;
    But, when first he breathed his vow,
  I felt my bosom swell--
  For the words rang as a knell,
  And the voice seemed _his_ who fell
  In the battle down the dell,
    And who is happy now.

  But he spoke to reassure me,
    And he kissed my pallid brow,
  While a reverie came o'er me,
  And to the churchyard bore me,
  And I sighed to him before me,
  Thinking him dead D'Elormie,
    "Oh, I am happy now!"

  And thus the words were spoken,
    And thus the plighted vow,
  And, though my faith be broken,
  And, though my heart be broken,
  Behold the golden keys
    That _proves_ me happy now!

  Would to God I could awaken
    For I dream I know not how,
  And my soul is sorely shaken
  Lest an evil step be taken,--
  Lest the dead who is forsaken
    May not be happy now.


1845.