Poezija i eseji, usputni komentari i poneka misao pod tušem — te otvoreni zapis onoga što gradim. Živa bilježnica, dopisujem kad misao dođe.
Poetry and essays, running commentary and the odd shower‑thought — plus an open log of what I'm building. A living notebook, added to whenever the thought arrives.
Drugi dio Section ii
Kratko čitanje iz bilježnice. A small reading from the notebook.
Ima jedan proplanak u šumi mraka,
Po kojem ljubav bosih nogu trči,
Kao leptir koji širi krila,
Ostane mi kaput iza grmlja
Ima jedan proplanak u šumi mraka,
There is a clearing in the forest of darkness,
Where love runs barefoot,
Like a butterfly spreading its wings,
And my coat is left behind the bush.
There is a clearing in the forest of darkness,
U palači je mojoj spokoj, a pred njom vojska,
Vani dušmanin stupa, u njoj tihi muk.
Noge mi okovaše i ruke, a ja slobodan,
Tad' bit ću i kad mača čujem zvuk
Bat sa sata kuca jače, a ja ne mičem,
Calm in my palace, and an army at its gates,
Outside the foe is marching; within, a quiet hush.
They have bound my legs and hands, and I am free,
And so I shall remain when I hear the sword.
The clock's stroke pounds harder, and I do not move,
Sagnula se Majka sa nebesa,
Ruke svoje u dolinu pružila.
Kroz maglu glas joj nježni
S pticama proletio.
Srce Joj je ondje zacvalo,
The Mother bent down from the heavens,
Stretched out Her hands into the valley.
Through the mist Her tender voice
Flew off with the birds.
Her heart blossomed there,
Tiho što u kutku mome sjedi,
Uz glazbu i ritam,
U pijesku, a tragovi od mjedi
I srce moje zatreperi:
„Živote, živote!"
A quietness that sits in my corner,
With music and rhythm,
In the sand, with footprints of brass,
And my heart trembles:
"Life, life!"
Pjesme, eseji, projekti — i pokoja misao usput. Poems, essays, projects — and the odd thought in passing.
