Saturday, November 13, 2004
by Alfian bin Sa'at
Let me tell you about the death of happiness.
How it should not be misunderstood as grief.
The final gesture is the motion of surrender.
The signal for the sky to collapse like a tent.
Two wildflowers yesterday and suddenly: seven today.
I demand to know what has driven my eyes to notice.
All suffering will end in a matter of time.
In the meantime think not of suffering but time.
My sorrow is not large enough, its knots are weak.
How else could that bird have escaped my nets?
Alfian, in your anticipation you stole joy from the future.
But take heart: you have not robbed your future of joy.
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