Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
BIOGRAPHY: My name is Yatti Sadeli from Indonesia. I started my career as a fiction and poetry writer in 1993. Written works: 15 novels, 42 novelettes, 45 short stories, 55 poems. Published in various domestic and foreign mass media. Published as a novel, collection of novelettes, collection of short stories, collection of poetry.
Won several writing competitions.
Received several literary awards.
Yatti sadeli’s Poetry
WHEN THE SNOWFALL
The snowfall had not yet ended, when darkness crept in
The wail of an ambulance siren could be heard in the darkness
I wonder which direction they will go . . . .
My memory is bleeding again
Dark . . .
I staggered like a drunk and collapsed at the end of the road
My God. . . Which direction should I go, when bombs are booming everywhere?
Almighty God . . .
Now the missiles are talking again, claiming thousands of lives
While thousands of others are in sturdy and majestic buildings
Turning their face away doesn’t care about all that
The rest of the night in memory is so real
I returned to silence
I was shaking in the same direction
Between waking and sleeping I still heard the sound of people passing by
amidst the noise of cannon booms and the screams of people being torn apart
My body shivered amidst the pattering snowfall
The smoke of time clouds my memory
I was half awake when the Angel of Death flashed and clawed at my memory embrace the soul
Breathing stops at the time limit
My soul calmly passed In the arms of the Creator . . . . January 13, 2024.
Yatti Sadeli’s Poetry
TWILIGHT IN THE EMBRACE OF NIGHT
He came with verses of love poetry
carried by the rustling of the night wind.
He comes at dusk in the embrace of night,
when it begins to get dark,
When longing leads the night with the light of the full moon.
At that time. . . . .
One night . . . . I was standing in front of the house.
My hands are holding on to the fence of the house
and my eyes are straight ahead.
I was daydreaming, for some reason
I suddenly wanted to be accompanied by someone
wanting to share the joy of seeing the beauty of nature on a full moon night.
Finally my mind so drifte.
My heart wandered,
creating and remembering something.
In my dreams like a dream,
like someone from another time came to me.
“Good night …”
The voice seemed to be carried away by the wind.
I turned in the direction of the voice.
For a moment my eyes searched
and when something caught my eye I gasped.
Oh! there was a tall man standing not far from me.
The moonlight seemed to bathe the tall body
with a silver gleam of golden light.
Nature is also fascinated by enjoying the attractiveness
of a foreign man who was so charming.
His face was amazing as if the man was not from this earth.
How to describe a mysterious handsome man
whose bright eyes seem to radiate the light of love for me.
His lips curved into a very charming smile.
And all of that is so mesmerizing that it makes my feel blue.
For a long time I remember who these men are,
I finally realized.
He . . . are the men I often see in my dreams.
