Poetry collection

ME
If it comes my timeI want no one to woo herNot even youNo need to snivel that
I'm a beast bitchOf the compounds wasted
Let the bullet penetrate my skinI still inflamed crashingWounds and can I bring runningRunUntil the missing poignant fairy
And I would not care moreI want to live another thousand years

                                           by Chairil Anwar


Love Far Island
Love on the island,sweet girl, now own fun
Boat skim, moon shine,in the neck kukalungkan ole-ole for the boyfriend.wind helped, sea light, but feelsI do not, right up to him.
In calm water, the wind mendayu,in the sense of efflux of all speedingDoom throne, saying:"Point the boat into my lap only,"
Amboi! I've traveled many roads!Boat together, right merapuh!Why call the first DoomBefore he could embrace with my love!
My sweet far on the island,if 'I die, he died alone fraudulent.

                                      by: Chairil Anwar