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5 Examples of Rivai Apin's Poems

Rivai Apin and Examples of His Literary Works-Rivai Apin was born in the city of Padang Panjang, West Sumatra, August 30, 1927. He studied law in Jakarta for several years. He has been the editor of Nusantara, Gema Nusantara, Zenith, New Age, and Tactics. He was a member of the Central Indonesian National Committee, DKI Jakarta DPRD, and the Central Executive of Lekra (People's Cultural Institute) in 1959-1965.

He was a political prisoner on Buru Island for 14 years and was only released at the end of 1979. Harry Aveling collected the scattered poems of Rivai Apin and published them under the title Dari Two Worlds That Haven't Been Already (Malaysia, 1972). Once made a film scenario entitled Events in Gang B (1995) which was never filmed until his death on April 29, 1995.




Rivai Apin's Literary Works:
  • Echo of the Motherland (1948)
  • Three Reveals Destiny (1950)
  • From Two Unfinished Worlds (1972)
These are the poems by Rivai Apin, who is one of the figures who lived in the same generation as Chairil Anwar. In one of his poems, he also presented to Chairil Anwar, entitled 'Orang Penghabisan'.


End People
For Chairil Anwar

I surrender with all my wealth:
Present and future. On the lounger
In a dimly lit room at dusk
With a puffing cigarette in hand.


The days I make a temple from the past
And every now and then I would laugh and smile alone.

Every day death drowns me
Into the dusty and dusty things
But, after the final yawn, I'm scared
The head will lieon its back and the
mouth will burrowwith heavy lips hanging
Will come out regret: New days just outrageous ridicule.



Incident

The night sinks me into the alleys
And from me, he won't get a challenge.
I know, the ships have departed
And I will not chase this departure.

I was also on the stairs and in my ear the sound:
People are whistling and cheering,
But one lightning decided:
I returned to their midst.

My hate, which is slimy inmy mouth I spit into the ship
that didn't hit and one smallwave just took my spit to run



Elegy

What we can feel, but we don't have to say
What can we think, but we don't have to say
Don't be sad – and let's move on
We bring this truth to its stars and to its earth.

We also know, because there is one word from you that we keep
One glance from the barren cracked ground, then a tight sob,
Ah, the memories of you will keep on chasing,
- scary as a shadow in a hut when,
when the lamp has been installed.
But lovingly like a father who reaches out
And you're back, just like in the old days
When you and this earth beats alive.

We will never forget you, when hunting and when running
- because of what we hunt and what we run
for that want to give your life
I know, as you know, that there is no
Another god or God worth living apart from that

Even a typhoon blows in this barren desert
But our footprints planted in the arid desert,
Where are you buried?
Continuing the flame, and we who are standing here are fire.
We live in this night, which will give birth to day.

We are the children of one father
We are children of one mother
And dying for us is only a matter of time
But we all defend one God.

The coming brother, the departed brother
We carry these cracked earths,
These are arid lands.
The heaviness of the burden, the pain of the shoulder, and the bitterness of the heart
will lose
Will require love on trust
The one we hug.


Strategy, January 9, 1949



Freedom

On top of the crumbling walls that crumble
Stand me on my white horse, stylish and glorious
In front of me lay fields and hills
With the curvature of the sky that makes me hungry for the room.
Then my chest gives space
For the beating heart clattering
Emitting the blood that he throbs
My horse's blood came running too and he
surging with annoyance
Then I let go and we roared down the coast.



Through Day Through Night

I
Before girls become teenagers,
Before the leaves will turn green and the flowers are fresh,
In the narrow periphery, where the limit can only be felt
– and he will not miss, but must be honest in confession –
Tears will roll down the
cheeks thoughtswill burn hearts,
make yourself dry skinny after the flame.
The dry season has awakened
and exhaled and spread
death dry breath,
The truth of joy in the first explosion
From behind the walls along the alleys
death lurks never ending
Man is but a child of a few hours.
The Son of Man who now knows only broken ideals,
singing birds.
And his heart, in the dry field, the cracks of stone are barred by hope
Now he has bittermouth his chest
clenched, heavypulling into the grave.


II
The truth of joy in the first explosion
Heart confessed truth
But his mind was broken,because he asked for a
guarantee for a life likean ordinary human being.
The first bitter that spreads in
the mouth and reaches the chest
This definition:
he has blurred theboundaries between
ordinary people andextraordinary humans
Both are human children
Determined by a few hours
"In the beginning is action"
The truth which the heartadmits but the human mind
breaks is extraordinaryasking for guarantees for life;
For the one who runs away as a game animal: an ordinary human
Come whipping at the wounds
he who has fled into the last caves
because he doesn't want to be rented.


III
For the sake of love and
honesty let's be honest
This is the life thatlies before us so
beautiful, so interesting,and full of temptation
but the path has led to fear
and demons on the side of the road
cheers recommend.
The current thathas been followed
makes forgetfulness and splendor
proving fear...
Is there a splendor that the earth
Is there a splendor that is basic
A splendor that has been haunted
by fear and regret,but won't admit it?


IV
Find the end of the dream
Find the end of the song
But how? Both will never run out
Both will break up
They both can,
they can, but how...


V
Where the end of thefield there will be the
end of the field, whichopens the horizon
Not enough loneliness,not enough exhaustion, not
enough resilience andstrength to tread the bottom
Not on the land of the earth, not on the sea
In the in-between within the distance of the earth and the sea
And breathe the air of two forms.
The earth, whichhas a form and a
name, vaporizesthe head clouds and…
At the next stop
Be aware of the place and when
Victory and defeat
Make a confession then go home to the line of the road,
A goal that starts with the heart


VI
In the destination thatopens the horizon in
an area that is alwaysshowered with rain,
Let it be during the day or at night.
Find the right time
Find a reasonable place, and remember
There is no time orplace for him who is born
of light and is lost tobe laughed at by light.
He who was born in the middle of the night is exposed
with the jungle that once broke
and other times it becomes a dry field
He will live towards the shore and become the ruler
Because he believes:
This is earth, water and air
On top of which, in which, and in between
The Son of Man must live.
He counts all life
He calculates every time he dies
He only holds value
The sea of ​​eternity that knows
no bounds, onwhich ships, life sails
He has bathedhimself in the blue,
honesty of the seawith storms and glass
the eye of thesource of all living,
the pot that radiates all energy
And the girl of full beauty after the storm,
Will come out of the clear blue sea.