By Chairil Anwar, 1946
I wonder: Is it this moon that makes
the cold,
makes the houses pallid and freezes the forest?
This is the first time I’ve been so completely able to respond to
the desire:
Hey, there’s a little kid playing tips with
his shadow!
Pantja Raja, No. 1 Vol. 2, 15 Nov 1946, p. 482.
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