Ode to Poetry

Agit Yogi Subandi's Poetry

Ode to Poetry

You, the dust who move in the wind
Every grains surely I catch and
I swallow

Your row, tangled of thread
That I must tidy up, in order to extend
In someone eyes and chest

Your body, the highest Everest Mountain
That I certain distance
With trembled feet

And your gesture, is snow on January
On that mountain
Is never end to stabbed:

Skin, eyes
Lungs,
And my heart

But when on the top,
Everything is gone
With the first take a breath

And when I will got you again
I should go down,
And start at the beginning again.

(2008)