Recently, I applied to teach English in Indonesia, and now I’m thinking about interning in Africa–Malawi or Ghana, to be specific. Here is one of my favourite poems from Indonesia:
Me, Chairil Anwar
When my time comes
No one’s going to cry for me,
And you won’t, either
The hell with all those tears!
I’m a wild beast
Driven out of the herd
Bullets may pierce my skin
But I’ll keep coming,
Carrying forward my wounds and my pain
Until suffering disappears
And I won’t give a damn
I want to live another thousand years
(translated by Burton Raffel)
Anwar, Chairil. “Me.” The Poetry of Our World: An International Anthology of Contemporary Poetry. Ed. Jeffrey Paine et al. New York: HarperCollins, 2000. 427.
May you be able to follow your dreams.
Thank you, Randall. I hope the best for you too.