Sabtu, 16 September 2017

Chairil Anwar

Chairil Anwar


Anwar Chairil [1922-1949] was born in Medan, East Sumatra, his family moved to Djakarta and there isn't much information about his parents. He attended elementary school and the first two years of a Dutch-language middle school in Mulo.
Though he began writing quite early, in his adolescence, none of his early poetry has survived as according to him he destroyed them.
In Djakarta he became the pioneering force among young writers and artist, the "Generation of '45." He was also on the editorial of Siasat, an important literary journal that appeared in 1947. He was also active in political issues.
It was also through his writings that the Bahasa language which formally came to exist in 1928 became an important literary language.
Chairil's poetry is marked by his emotional, and sometimes unconventional use of language Although he had little formal education, he translated the poems of Rilke, Marsman and Slauerhoff, and modelled his Indonesian poems on them. His own approach to writing he once described: "In Art, vitality is the chaotic initial state; beauty the cosmic final state."
Among Charil's most famous poems is Aku mau hidup seribu tahun lagi  (1943), Aku a cry for freedom and life. Another poem from this period is Dipo Negro the title referring to an early nineteenth-century hero of the Indonesian national struggle.
During his lifetime Charil published only in periodicals, but there are several posthumous books, first of which were Deru tjampur Debu (1949), Kerikil Tadjam and Jang Terampas dan Jang Putus (1951). Chairil wrote fewer than seventy poems, some essays and radio addresses, and some fragmentary translations. He died on April 28, 1949, in Djakarta. Due to his influence, the developing Indonesian language attained equality with other languages as a literary medium. Chairil's complete poetry and prose has been published in English in The Voice of the Night (1992), translated by Burton Raffel.

Cintaku Jauh di Pulau
By Chairil Anwar

Cintaku jauh di pulau
Gadis manis, sekarang iseng sendiri
Perahu melancar, bulan memancar
di leher kukalungkan ole-ole buat si pacar

angin membantu, laut terang, tapi terasa

aku tidak ‘kan sampai padanya
Di air yang tenang, di angin mendayu
di perasaan penghabisan segala melaju

Ajal bertakhta, sambil berkata:

“Tujukan perahu ke pangkuanku saja.”
Amboi! Jalan sudah bertahun kutempuh!
Perahu yang bersama ‘kan merapuh

Mengapa Ajal memanggil dulu

Sebelum sempat berpeluk dengan cintaku?!
Manisku jauh di pulau,
kalau ‘ku mati, dia mati iseng sendiri.


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