FIRST MEMORY
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was–
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.
KENANGAN PERTAMA
Dahulu, aku terluka. Aku hidup
membalas dendam pada diriku
melawan ayah, bukan
atas dia dahulu-
atas aku dahulu: dari permulaan waktu,
di masa kecil, aku mengira
luka itu pertanda
aku tak dicintai.
Itu berarti aku dicintai.
Poems of Louise Glück
Poetry Prairie 