21 November 2008

[ac-i] cuplikan SURAT BUNGA DARI UBUD.putu oka sukanta

10.Bunga.

 

Di depan pintu lift ada kotak asbak, bersimpuh setangkai bunga

aku mengangguk ketika ia senyum.

"Mau ikut sarapan?"

"Tidak tuan,saya bertugas menyambut tamu

yang baru bangun, yang mau tidur,

 yang mau sarapan seperti tuan.,

yang baru datang mencari kamar

yang akan pergi meninggalkan kami"

 

Di meja makan telah menanti matahari dan bunga

berlomba menyapa, "selamat pagi tuan, silakan memilih,

Ada bubur, siomay, jus, roti, salad atau nasi gurih"

Aku tersenyum mengganggukkan  kepala

melepas pandang ke kuping yang diganti bunga

di sela-sela hidangan  berjejer berbagai bunga seperti geisha

 

Setelah kenyang, aku pun masuk ke kamar kecil yang  luas

lebih luas dari kamar tidur anakku Caca,

di atas kloset bersimpuh setangkai  bunga

yang tidak pernah menutup hidung

 

Aku tidak bisa menghindar dari sapaan bunga,

dicubit rasa malu, kikuk, terasa diperangkap rekayasa

Maya

 

Ketika kuambil bunga diatas asbak

ia berkata lembut,"jangan tuan

kami santapan dewa-dewa

yang sedang kutunggu sejak lama.

aku rindu sekali kepadanya"

Aku menemaninya sampai senja

tidak juga datang para dewa

ia layu rindu tersiksa,

aku makan malam ke Casaluna.

 

Ubud 12 Okt.2004

 

10.  flower

 

by the door of the lift is an ashtray,

a flower kneels

i nod as she smiles

"will you have breakfast with me?"

"no sir, my job is to greet guests

who have just woken, want to sleep,

want to have breakfast like you,

are looking for a room

or are checking out"

 

at table the sun and flowers are waiting

competing to greet me, "good morning sir. please choose

we have rice porridge, siomay, juice, bread, salad or fragrant rice"

i smile and nod my head

turn to look at the ear with its hanging flower

beside the food are rows of flowers like geisha

after eating my fill, i go to the roomy toilet

biigger than my daughter caca's bedroom

on top of the cistern is a flower

which never holds its nose

i can't get away from the greetings of flowers

pinched by embarassment, discomfort, feeling trapped

illusion/maya

 

when i take the flower from the ashtray

she says softly, "don't sir

we're breakfast for the gods

whom i've been long awaiting.

i miss them so."

i accompany them till dusk

but they still haven't come

she is limp with hurt longing,

i'll have dinner at casaluna.

 

Ubud 12 Oct. 2004

Translated by Vern Cork

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