Sin

your face white
outside my window
behind my back
since dawn

it has always been thus

the soul
footprints in the mud
of the heart

words
echo in infinity
of space

my hand
trembles as I rip a poem
out of thin air

your eyes
my last memory of you
burn inside me

your face
white outside my window
behind my back since dawn

cripples my arms

Subagio Sastrowardojo

(From Simphoni, Jakarta, Pustaka Jaya, 1971, p. 18.)

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