Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega sreÄanja Vilenica 2004 - Ljudmila
Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega sreÄanja Vilenica 2004 - Ljudmila Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega sreÄanja Vilenica 2004 - Ljudmila
Wolf One-Eye in Confusion Time passes. Lead cools. The world swells but gets no clearer. It just accrues One muddle of fog takes the place of another The random interaction of wind and calm creates patterns, that aren’t patterns but will become such only after eons Wolf One-Eye turns quickly – but sees only figures formed of fog Treetops and branches in interactions of wind and calm How to see more? Travel? After a period of relocation in time and space he stops by a pool to drink Seeing his mirror image, he remembers himself and sees that he was on the verge of forgetting He lifts his head. He draws a breath Oxygen as if from neverness flows into all givenness And the feeling is that of falling As if he was falling through Juris Kronbergs Wolf One-Eye Has the Solution – You! 224
Wolf One-Eye in Spring Leafing trees drip from the sky Black and white keys sprout from the earth A piano that no one plays. Still the tones sound They are winged. They fly away But Wolf One-Eye thinks in a blink How will I sound, when spring plays me like a piano? White, but not only white Black, but not only black The sky drips from the trees And earth sprouts from the keys Juris Kronbergs Translated by Mara Rozitis 225
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Wolf One-Eye in Spring<br />
Leafing trees drip from the sky<br />
Black and white keys sprout from the earth<br />
A piano that no one plays. Still the tones sound<br />
They are winged. They fly away<br />
But Wolf One-Eye thinks in a blink<br />
How will I sound, when spring plays me like<br />
a piano?<br />
White, but not only white<br />
Black, but not only black<br />
The sky drips from the trees<br />
And earth sprouts from the keys<br />
Juris Kronbergs<br />
Translated by Mara Rozitis<br />
225
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