Chairil Anwar was born in Medan, 26 Julai 1922. He grew up in a
family with quite a mess. Both mother divorced his father, and his
father berkahwin again. After the divorce, when finished high school,
her mother followed Chairil to Jakarta. As a child in Medan, Chairil was
meeting with his grandmother. Intimacy is so giving the impression to
live Chairil.
In a very rare life grieving, one of the greatest pain is when her
grandmother died. Chairil describe the grief that the great poem
poignant:
It’s not really a stabbing death of heart / Keridlaanmu accept all come /
Not that I know is as high as the dust / And infinite sorrow reigning
lord
After the grandmother, mother is a woman Chairil second most revered. He
even used to count the name of his father, Tulus, in front of his
mother, as a sign of the mother menyebelahi fate. And in front of his
mother, Chairil often lose the wild side. Some poems Chairil also shows
his love for his mother.
Since childhood, the spirit of the famous Chairil kedegilannya. A close
friend Sjamsul Ridwan, never made a living writing about when Chairil
childhood. According to him, one of nature Chairil in childhood is
defeated abstinence, both abstinence lose in a competition, and in
getting his heart desires. The desire and the desire to obtain is what
caused his soul is always overwhelming, blazing, almost never still.
Rakannya, Jassin too have memories of it. “We’ve played badminton
together, and he lost. But he did not admit defeat, and invited to
compete on. Finally I lost. All that kerana we play in front of the
girls. “
Women are the world Chairil after book. Carrying the name Ida, Sri
Ayati, girl Rashid, Mirat and Roosmeini as a girl being chased Chairil.
And all the girl’s name even entered the Chairil poetry. However, the
girl Karawang, Hapsah, Chairil had married her.
Marriage is not a long life. Due to economic difficulties, and lifestyle
unchanging Chairil, Hapsah asked for a divorce. When 7-month-old son,
Chairil was a widower.
Not long after, at 15:15 pm, April 28, 1949, Chairil died. There are
several versions of the pain. But definitely, chronic tuberculosis and
syphilis.
Age Chairil was short, 27 years old. But it was too short to leave much
for the development of Indonesian literature. In fact, he became the
best example, for an attitude that does not mean it in the arts to
cultivate. Attitude is what makes his son, Evawani Chairil Anwar, a
notary public in Bekasi, should apologize, as he recounted his father’s
death, in 1999, “I apologize, because I now live in a world that is
contrary to Chairil world.”
The following is a poem by the famous anwar chairil titled “I AM”
ME
By:
Chairil
If it comes my time
‘I want no one’ right woo
Not even you
No need to sob’s
I was an animal path
Of herd wastage
Let the bullet penetrate the skin
I still get excited charged
Luka and I can take running
Run
Until the missing poignant fairy
And I’d better not care
I want to live another thousand years
Pembangoenan,
No. 1, Th. I
December 10, 1945
