PUITIKA

Berikut adalah dua buah puisi karya salah seorang penyair besar Portugal, Fernando Pessoa, hasil terjemahan sekunder (bukan dari bahasa aslinya). Semoga cukup mendapat tempat di Puitika dan di hati pembaca:) OTOPSIKOGRAFI Penyair adalah peniru ahli Yang amat canggih di bidangnya. Ia mampu memalsu nyeri Dari perih di dalam dadanya. Dan mereka yang membaca Kata-katanya yang terjalin Tak mendapati kedua derita Selain satu kepedihan lain. Maka di sekeliling lintasannya Berpuntirlah pegas nurani, Sebuah kereta api mainan Untuk menghibur pikiran. (Fernando Pessoa; terjemahan TQ)  TIDAKLAH CUKUP JENDELA TERBUKA Untuk memandang padang dan sungai Tidaklah cukup jendela terbuka. Untuk melihat pohon dan bunga Tidaklah cukup memiliki mata. Sebab penting juga tak berfilsafat Agar pohon bukan ide semata. Hanya ada satu dari setiap kita, seperti halnya masing-masing gua. Hanya ada satu jendela tertutup, dan di luar sana: seutuh dunia serta mimpi tentang apa yang tampak seandainya jendela itu terkuak,...

two crescents one roaming in the sky the other framed by my window

Eyes I used to believe that comprehension began with eyes; that what they failed to understand, was insensibility. Every time a picture renders a thousand words, they claim the first to know; and if it were not through them, how would we fall for the beauty of a look? But then I learned that deception was easiest to cloud them; that the pair I’ve had might lie, at times like when they suggest the bigness of near and smallness of far. When a picture offers a thousand words, they may be the first to be deceived; and if it were not through them, why have many hearts ached at the tyranny of the skin deep?

(1) last night's encounter gave the little rat and me a terrible blow (2) it's my job therefore to make it clearly see that one of us must go

the city congestion omnipresent all day yielded to the moonbeam * Puitika.net meminta maaf atas kesalahan tata letak kata-kata dalam puisi ini sebelumnya. Terima kasih. 

Thank you so much, I can’t thank you all enough for this most beautiful epitaph: “Here lies the body of a man who never lived his life.” It’s oh so much better than the Baa Baa blacksheep sign you all always had round my collar.

First, we worshipped the inanimate. Next, we learned to worship the gods Later, we discovered the Deity. Then, dazzled by our own Reason We returned to the inanimate And ended up worshipping anything, From football to economic growth.