In 1935, a young 27-year-old Indonesian poet spoke in the name of his generation when he wrote a poem that later became famous, Heading for the Sea, (here in Teeuw’s English translation):
We have left you behind,
Lake, tranquil without a ripple
Sheltered by wooded mountains
From wind and hurricane.
For once we are awakened
From a pleasant dream:...
From that time on our souls are restless
Once they have striven they can no longer rest
The former tranquility palls
The sheltering mountain appears now as an obstacle
The heart revolts and wants to be free
Attacking everything that bars the way.
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