CHARLES SIMIC


TRI NOVE PJESME



JANUAR

Dječji otisci
po smrznutom oknu
malog školskog zdanja.
Carstva, pročitah negdje,
počivaju
Na svireposti svojih kazamata.

JANUARY

Children’s fingerprints
On a frozen window
Of a small schoolhouse.
An empire, I read somewhere,
Maintains itself through
The cruelty of its prisons.



ŽIVOT PUN POROKA POČINJE U KOLIJEVCI

Deda je volio da puzi
pod suknje prijateljica svoje majke
dok su sjedele na trijemu
za toplih ljetnjih popodneva
pijuckajući slatki čaj, čavrljajući
O susjedima, rođacima,
ignorišući dječaka, njegove ručice
koje im pipkaju uz bedra.

A LIFE OF VICE BEGINS IN THE CRADLE

Grandpa loved crawling
Under the skirts of his mother’s friends
As they sat on the porch
On warm sunny afternoons
Sipping sweat tea and chatting
About neighbors and relatives,
Ignoring the toddler running
His small hands up their legs.



TEATAR TAJNI

Ćelavi čovjek u krevetu s cigarom,
gola sijalica visi mu nad glavom,
sjenka cigare
kraj njega na zidu,
njen dugački pepeo kao talas plavni
spreman da se surva u akvarijum tamni.

MYSTERY THEATER

Bald man smoking in bed,
Naked lightbulb over his head,
The shadow of his cigar
Next to him on the wall,
Its long ash about to fall
Into a pitch-dark fishbowl.





Paris Review, proleće 2015.


Preveo Vojislav Pejović


via Peščanik.net

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