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Tentang Mengajari Anak Perempuanku Berkuda | Teaching My Daughter to Ride a Horse

4 November 2012

Tentang Mengajari Anak Perempuanku Berkuda

Di atas kuda,
Anak perempuanku menjadi makhluk lain
pegasus bersayap
anak-api yang berkata:
Ayo, jalan, mama, jalan! Dan,
Apa tak bisa lebih cepat?
Kaki anak perempuanku menjepit tubuh si kuda
persis seperti dulu menjepit tubuhku
ketika aku menggendongnya di pinggulku
atau membungkuk untuk menurunkannya
(tak mungkin begitu lagi; sudah terlalu berat)
Jerit suaranya seperti ringkik tawa kuda,
tendangan tumit,
suara rumput-padang membuktikan
sang pencipta anak-anak perempuan dan
kuda pun sadar pada keanggunan keduanya;
bagaimana keduanya melemparkan surainya ke angin,
kulit mereka, buluh mereka selembut beludru (tidak ada kata lain!),
hembusan nafas-jerami mereka yang manis,
dan masih banyak hal lain.


On Teaching My Daughter to Ride a Horse

Up on the horse,
she is another kind of creature;
equine and winged,
this fire-lit child who says:
Trot, mama, trot! And,
Are we galloping yet?
Her legs clamp around the horse’s girth
the way they used to clamp to me
when I’d support her on my hip
or stoop to put her down
(too heavy for that now).
Her squealing trill like a horse’s laugh,
a kicking up of the heels,
meadow-grass sound that proves
whoever invented daughters
and horses knows their grace;
the way both toss their manes to the wind,
their velvet (no other word for it)
pelt and skin, their sweet hay-breath,
and a lot of other things.

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