BLAGOSLOV
stošest pesama o ljubavi
REČI - Words
LJUBAV
Ako je patnji zaista kraj
tek kada nova patnja dođe,
ako o ljubavi saznamo više
tek kada ljubav prođe,
kada presahne, izgubi se,
onda se samo ono što boli,
što je uzalud bilo – voli.
Love
If it is true that suffering ends
only when new pain descends,
if love is only clarified
in heart and mind when love has dried,
withered, lost itself, and died,
then we merely love what caused us pain
and all we loved, loved in vain.
~*~
IZMEĐU POSTELJE I STOLA
Između postelje i stola
susrećemo se, ljubavi
svakog dana jutrom
pre izlaska u svet.
Između praga i prozora
susrećemo se bez privrženosti
niko gospodar i niko drugi
svako svoju svetiljku pali i gasi.
Čaša sa vinom na stolu je od juče
nismo se probudili ni odvojeno
ni zajedno. Svako svoju pticu
na prozor priziva
i sopstveni glas izbegava.
Tragovi za nama su razdvojeni
koraci bez ritma i melodije
pogubili smo reči usput – beznadno
između postelje i stola
pre izlaska u svet.
Between bed and table
Between bed and table
we encounter each other, my love,
each morning of each day
before we go out and greet the world.
Between doorstep and window
we meet, but utterly detached, neither
lording, neither subservient, carrying
our own lamps to light and put out.
Yesterday’s glass of wine is left over
on the table. We awoke neither
separately nor together. Both of us
beckon our own birds to the window
and both avoid any voice truly our own.
The tracks behind us have parted,
with steps out of tune and discordant.
Somewhere along the way we have hopelessly
lost our words - between bed and table
before we go out and greet the world.
~*~
TA ŽENA
Kada ta žena bere jabuke
dve duge se ka nebu uspinju
crvene jabuke na vrhovima prstiju
kao vatreni poljupci drhte i padaju.
Kada ta žena bere poljsko cvece
leđa joj kao luk srećonoše
kosa miriše na prvu želju
i vidik se zlati i gusne.
Kada ta žena dete presvlači
sve na njoj se nekako pokrene
a njemu dođe onako niotkuda
punu kuću dece da imaju.
That woman
When that woman picks apples
two rainbows reach up to the sky
and the red apples at her fingertips
quiver and fall like burning kisses.
When that woman plucks wild flowers
her back bent like a bow brings fortune
the scent of her hair is primal desire
and the horizon turns gold and thickens.
When that woman dresses her child
everything about her subtly shifts
and suddenly out of nowhere he sees
their house full of children together.
~*~
REČI
Izgovoreni dar
traje duže od sećanja.
Reči ljubavi
obične i krotke
retke i iznenadne
kao ljubav sama.
Izreci te reči
prevali preko usne
taj teški dar.
Izreci samo senku
onoga đto želim čuti
sve ostalo ću izgraditi sama.
Words
A wordgift when uttered
lasts longer than memory.
Unadorned and unassuming
words of love
come rare and sudden
as love itself.
Yield up those words.
Let their difficult gift
pass your lips.
Yield up at least the shadow
of what I most want to hear.
The rest I can build by myself.
~*~
SVEJEDNO JE ZAŠTO
Nisi došao.
To svedoče hleb
bezglasje i vino
sto na kojem sve drhti
i zbunjeno stoji
pred zatvorenim vratima
dok ja dogorevam umesto svetiljke.
It doesn’t matter why
You didn’t turn up.
This bread this soundlessness
this wine are witness
and this table where everything
shudders in confusion
before my closed door
while I burn aut
instead of the candle.
