He is quiet and so am I. A Poem by Mahmoud Darwish

Saya mulai mencari tahu tentang Mahmoud Darwish ketika saya mengunjungi Salihara. Entah di lantai berapa, terpajang sepotong puisi karya penyair dari Palestina ini. Cukup singkat, hingga akhirnya saya mulai kepo dan jatuh cinta sama beberapa potongan puisinya, salah satunya ini: He is quiet and so am I.

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"He is quiet and so am I. 

He sips tea with lemon, while I drink coffee. 

That's the difference between us. 

Like me, he wears a wide, striped shirt, 

and like him, I read the evening paper. 

He doesn't see my secret glance. 

I don't see his secret glance. 

He's quiet and so am I. 

He asks the waiter something. 

I ask the waiter something… 

A black cat walks between us. 

I feel the midnight of its fur 

and he feels the midnight of its fur… 

I don't say to him: The sky today 

is clear and blue. 

He doesn't say to me: The sky today is clear. 

He's watched and the one watching 

and I'm watched and the one watching. 

I move my left foot. 

He moves his right foot. 

I hum the melody of a song 

and he hums the melody of a similar song. 

I wonder: Is he the mirror in which I see myself? 

And turn to look in his eyes…but I don't see him. 

I hurry from the café. 

I think: Maybe he's a killer… 

or maybe a passerby who thinks 

I am a killer. 

He's afraid…and so am I."

-Mahmoud Darwish

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