Poem
Andriana Škunca
Mother Going from One Room to the Other
In the cube of dimness she always carves the same path with her heavy gait that supports her. Between entering the darkness and going to the other room, she relies on an invisible signpost.Days are her obstacle.
Nights, on the other hand, awaken the presence of mind that guises her movements impeccably. Or, is it a habit repeated mechanically: going away and coming back?
A hand chooses, a stick measures.
Does anything help her or it is the need to cover the same distance, radiating particles of energy unknown to others?
I listen to the floor squeaking, the door creaking, the journey continues. Several times, with the same perseverance.
Yet - where did she arrive, and with what glory?
© Translation: 2004, Mario Suško
Majka na putu iz jedne u drugu prostoriju
Majka na putu iz jedne u drugu prostoriju
U kocki tame svaki put ureže istu crtu teškim hodom koji je pridržava. Od ulaska u mrak do izlaska u drugu prostoriju oslanja se o nevidljivi putokaz.Dan joj zapreka.
Noć, nasuprot, razbuđuje pribranost što nepogrešivo upravlja njezinim pokretima. Ili je to navika koja se ponavlja mehanički: put odlaska i put povratka?
Ruka joj izabire, štap odmjerava.
Pomaže li joj nešto pritom ili pak potreba da prijeđe svagda istu razdaljinu, zrači čestice energije što je drugima nepoznata?
Slušam pucketanje poda, škripu vrata, putovanje se nastavlja. Jednakom upornošću nekoliko puta.
Pa ipak – dokle je i s kojom slavom stigla?
© 2002, Andriana Škunca
From: Predivo sve užih dana
Publisher: Društvo hrvatskih književnika, Zagreb
From: Predivo sve užih dana
Publisher: Društvo hrvatskih književnika, Zagreb
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Mother Going from One Room to the Other
In the cube of dimness she always carves the same path with her heavy gait that supports her. Between entering the darkness and going to the other room, she relies on an invisible signpost.Days are her obstacle.
Nights, on the other hand, awaken the presence of mind that guises her movements impeccably. Or, is it a habit repeated mechanically: going away and coming back?
A hand chooses, a stick measures.
Does anything help her or it is the need to cover the same distance, radiating particles of energy unknown to others?
I listen to the floor squeaking, the door creaking, the journey continues. Several times, with the same perseverance.
Yet - where did she arrive, and with what glory?
© 2004, Mario Suško
From: Predivo sve užih dana
From: Predivo sve užih dana
Mother Going from One Room to the Other
In the cube of dimness she always carves the same path with her heavy gait that supports her. Between entering the darkness and going to the other room, she relies on an invisible signpost.Days are her obstacle.
Nights, on the other hand, awaken the presence of mind that guises her movements impeccably. Or, is it a habit repeated mechanically: going away and coming back?
A hand chooses, a stick measures.
Does anything help her or it is the need to cover the same distance, radiating particles of energy unknown to others?
I listen to the floor squeaking, the door creaking, the journey continues. Several times, with the same perseverance.
Yet - where did she arrive, and with what glory?
© 2004, Mario Suško
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