{"id":16074,"date":"2024-02-10T13:10:14","date_gmt":"2024-02-10T13:10:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/?p=16074"},"modified":"2024-02-10T13:10:14","modified_gmt":"2024-02-10T13:10:14","slug":"poetry-putriyana-asmarani","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/2024\/02\/10\/poetry-putriyana-asmarani\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry: Putriyana Asmarani"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Leap<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Down, down the stairs to the five pillars of pronounced architecture,
\n<\/span>Five entrances into the forgotten yore, a bridge gutter, the rippling gore.
\n4. <\/span>3. 8. 3. 0. days passed, wind hushed, sins unconfessed, \u2018Tis bridge\u2019s structure.
\n<\/span>There, there the Plaintive Cuckoo lamented immortal spirit marred and impaired;
\n<\/span>Walked forward, stepped towards a mortal she, it breached time, it whispered\u2014
\n<\/span>–\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cCome sleep and take a leap.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Deep into the Night\u2019s Plutonian mist, she fell asleep; the gutter\u2019s mud gushed,
\n<\/span>The floor she laid was bare, moldy, musty, the midnight sound rebounded;
\n<\/span>Waterbrug te Boeloelawang bij 1904, the spirit preached and preached\u2026preached.
\n<\/span>The mortal woke a shapeless wake, a form unforming, between two worlds\u2014same place.
\n<\/span>Remember no nepenthe but an absolution after a penance, night fell, she rose.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 –\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Quoth the spirit, \u201cCome take a leap.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Startled in a quietude passivity, her placid bust, barren soul, she spoke
\n<\/span>In aeolian gust, \u201cAngel,\u201d said she, the spirit sushed. \u201cThou art death inescapable,
\n<\/span>Walk I in the depth of night, whole-heartedly hopped myself on to thy\u2019s canoe.\u201d
\n<\/span>\u201cHush Dear One, death is mine, life is all yours,\u201d the spirit said, \u201cFor the past is mine,
\n<\/span>The present is yours. For I\u2019m a bread crumb, spared left to confess, now is the time\u2014
\n<\/span>–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Quoth the spirit, \u201cNow take a leap.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The water washed crime scene in the gutter\u2019s lane, but never the grief, the sins.
\n<\/span>The sugar cane and paddies trees, plantations, farms, industries\u2014 the Netherlands Indies;
\n<\/span>Told thee the mortal, that unsang yore from a bridge which pillars were made of bones,
\n<\/span>So the water could travel far reaching the belly of\u00a0 De Rijke, Groskam & Co, the firms.
\n<\/span>\u201cTime is a lonely silent maiden,\u201d said the mortal she, \u201cFor sons she traded, sugar she gets.\u201d
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Quoth the spirit, \u201cLeap more.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIn my bosom\u2019s core, agony is catching. I speak no syllable but ones with sores;
\n<\/span>Three souls, five souls a week, few were pregnant, deep in impenetrable bushes
\n<\/span>Of sugar cane, the angels took infants with no names, and the mothers,
\n<\/span>The sons, the fathers mistook their presences in common farm labor struggles,
\n<\/span>They mistook death as regular pains. Chop\u2026chop the sounds of their axes.\u201d
\n<\/span>–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Quoth the spirit, \u201cThey\u2019ll leap.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe current in the gutter grows higher, the seraphim, never they take souls;
\n<\/span>Just like an epidemic when summer ends, hundred souls a day, in Java\u2014
\n<\/span>Hundred souls a day\u2014or even more. \u201c\u2018Tis the grace and glory in East Indies,\u201d
\n<\/span>The Governor-General\u2019s hymn echoed across the seven seas;
\n<\/span>Shall he know, some quite wandering souls refuse to rest in peace.\u201d
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Quoth she, \u201cGlory won\u2019t leap.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEternally, eternally, I have all the leisure to suffer,\u201d murmured the spirit to she.
\n\u201cDeaths, like a flock of cranes pass by this very bridge, marching to the
\n<\/span>Dilated moon shine. I know some\u2014I employed some\u2014I killed many;
\n<\/span>He who dipped his forehead to the earth\u2019s chest, begging, calling me Master, the
\n<\/span>Other he who traded his daughter to please the thirst of mine\u2014thirst of mine. <\/span>–\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Quoth the spirit, \u201cThat leap of mine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTell me, what thy lowly name is on the yore, rippling gore, the gutter\u2019s fame?\u201d
\n<\/span>Asked she, \u201cThough pale, singing dirges blue, breathing the breath of a grave\u2019s fume,
\n<\/span>Though bearing the pains all mankind\u2014victims bore, thou art a bearer of a lore,
\n<\/span>I sleep and leap\u2014and leap more, down to your essence\u2019s core, events\u2019 shore.
\n<\/span>Swore Thee no angel but the one who stores\u2014I am no dead man\u2019s chore.-\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Quoth she, \u201cI leap no more.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Grim and gaunt the spirit beguiled, it was\u2014he was\u2014master of her kind.
\n<\/span>\u201cI made myself heard and loud,\u201d answered the spirit, \u201cThe unseen is unheard;
\n<\/span>No more, the unseen have confessed. I am the Governor-General, the butcher,
\n<\/span>A master a brief once and a sinner for evermore, in eternal tempest tossed
\n<\/span>And clogged, under the five pillars of forgotten yore, a manslaughter;
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Quoth the spirit, \u201cThat leap of mine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

*This poem is inspired by the construction of Waterbrug te Boeloelawang bij Malang, East Java, Indonesia, 1904.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Leap Down, down the stairs to the five pillars of pronounced architecture, Five entrances into the forgotten yore, a bridge gutter, the rippling gore. 4. 3. 8. 3. 0. days passed, wind hushed, sins unconfessed, \u2018Tis bridge\u2019s structure. There, there the Plaintive Cuckoo lamented immortal spirit marred and impaired; Walked forward, stepped towards a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":16078,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[712,1449,4390,4391,7341,7557,7558,7559,7560,7562,8981],"class_list":["post-16074","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-asmarani","tag-cassandra-voices-poetry","tag-indonesian-poem","tag-indonesian-poetry","tag-poetry","tag-putriyana","tag-putriyana-asmarani","tag-putriyana-asmarani-cassandra-voices","tag-putriyana-asmarani-indonesian-poet","tag-putriyana-asmarani-poetry","tag-the-construction-of-waterbrug-te-boeloelawang-bij-malang"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16074","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16074"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16074\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16074"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16074"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16074"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}