This poem is taken from Stand 221, 17(1) March - May 2019.

Inggit Putria Marga Three Poems
Translated by John H McGlynn
She Who Waits

farewell to the window
staring at both happiness
          and pain
in the sky’s very same glow
the one who left,
has hardened in the sea
the one who remained,
now meditates in the forest
while the one who is silent
is struck by the breaths
that rise and fall
in the breasts of hope and memory

She Who Burns Incense in the Temple

thank you for allowing my body to be embraced by yours
the digits of these hands are cursed to have but one ability:
to burn you or things of the same nature as you

praise be to you who faithfully soften and dissolve into ash
          which for years gave movement
          to something undecipherable inside your body
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