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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479630" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Rattan Chairs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I received that letter<br>I sat on an old rattan chair<br>Under the Yellow Bamboo tree<br>Where its leaf flyingdown on the frontyard<br>Of my guesthouse<br>And I don’t bother of whoever back and forth in front of me </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know the opening and contents sentences of word by word <br>Because I know her during sevenyears<br>Since the second years of senior high school<br>Till finishing the bachelor arts on Pagelaran, <br>The streets of Sosrowijayan, a cross to the Tugu Station, and than through <br>Bumijo, Gowongan kidul, till front of autocar-services<br>There is a house number 48, Gowongan Lor, <br>Leaving out of carved our breath<br>From the house lizard story as a symbol of could bad happens<br>To the realities of fact that my father were dying<br>At the hospital till deadly ceremony</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night before burial<br>I smell your aromatics cheek<br>And the smell of fromalin of my fathers corpse<br>In the silentnight <br>when the bell church clang in the town<br>and the voice grandpa Iman call to prayer<br>flowing in the deep of my heart <br>mixing with the smell of smoke incense<br>to stings of my chest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when my father gone<br>my lobe grown up in my heart<br>dying and love were attached each-other<br>when we walk to our destiny<br>on the seedling field<br>which brought in the dream<br>when we slept with ours-couple </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that shadow always grown up in my minds<br>through the papers start yellow colloring<br>because it was a long time to settle/precipitate in my memory<br>always sprout to become my dreams<br>grown early the morning, morning, or midnightnight, <br>through lonelyness which hangdown on my shoulder<br>to bears all my trouble<br>while run and run<br>till finish line of my destiny</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dedicated to Elizabeth Purwanti<br>Bogor,24/10/05</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Prasetya+Utama">Prasetya Utama</a><div class=q>
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I sat on an old rattan chair
Under the Yellow Bamboo tree
Where its leaf flyingdown on the frontyard
Of my guesthouse
And I don’t bother of whoever back and forth in front of me 

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