Special edition diogen haiku
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- Bu səhifədəki naviqasiya:
- Ante Tičić, Zadar, Croatia SAM U POLJU
- Clare McCotter, Kilrea, Co. Derry. North Ireland BLACK HORSE RUNNING Alba Publishing, 2012 ISBN 978-0955125461
- Smajil Durmišević, Zenica, Bosnia and Herzegovina ŽEPSKI GOROCVIJETI / MOUNTAIN FLOWERS OF ŽEPA
NO 38 PAGE 290 PAGE 290 Ante Tičić, Zadar, Croatia SAM U POLJU Gradska knjižnica Zadar, 2012 ISBN 978-953-7204-43-3 Gle, koliko je Look, such abundant na oranici trave grasses in the field iz ničeg iznikle. sprouting from nothing. Okrugli sjaj – A round shine– dobrano se nazire the Sun looms sunce u magli. through the fog. Gavran u letu – A raven in flight– koliko li stoljeća how many centuries krilima nosi. does it carry on its wings? Ljetna žega. Summer heat. Na raspukloj zemlji Over creacked earth osušen korov. dried weed. Susret sa Suncem: Meeting the Sun: iznikao stolisnik a yarrow grows na asfaltu. from the asphalt. Proljetno bujanje: Spring overgrowth: dinja sebi peteljkom a melon entangled its leaf zaplela list. by its own pedicle. Iznenadni pljusak. Sudden rainfall. Utovarivači djeteline Loaders of the clover pod prikolicom. under the sidecar. NO 38 PAGE 291 PAGE 291 Clare McCotter, Kilrea, Co. Derry. North Ireland BLACK HORSE RUNNING Alba Publishing, 2012 ISBN 978-0955125461 chestnut mare you carried me to this land where cities are coloured viridian and all our roads are water - cool opulent ovals under apah animate lustral lapping baptising perfectly russet hocks your fore- head’s crooked star sinking over my unfolded palm a salfay of serafina and siberian blue smooth on your sovereign tongue summer dusk a horse’s soft mouth feeding hands capall bán carbon-heart and forest-veins a deep-draped hawthorn mane we were at the fort when hammond gave you to me finest cob ever to cut hooves on connemara rock you stood sixteen hands in a night whose amethyst soul we crossed the reins luminous with insight even when you bolted on that northern headland - lead iron splitting the ground simpatico until you rose above a field of green stars a laughing hallelujah my outstretched arms the still earth mingling with mine a horse’s breath capaillín ársa was there a dream before words pendent on lemon branch like doleful white-faced mares in the ortolan’s golden orchard? before lips gleamed with a brattle of broken bit with a silver insouciant fuck it? claretcoloured night - fingers opaline in an avalanche of mane our only rudder rad- dled with moonshine rain on summer sand a child writes the dead pony’s name NO 38 PAGE 292 PAGE 292 driftwood horse through dune grass and distance a mandolin moon lights the breast of a wild swan turning as space closes in to wave washed bark launched from some well drained rooted place by axe or gale onto sea’s high altar where nude heartwood was not sick for lack of land or for brine once beached or now for wind scudded sand as its soul shape shifts under a zinc roof plumed with rust and smoke one star still in the sky as his hands guide a mare from storm torn star bleached oak piebald pony tethered beside old rail tracks silver sickle * black horse running rolling away the stone clouds in a mare’s eye the fracture beyond repair night frayed behind the purple pines a horse’s call the horses are gone tonight in the far fields a single silver moth starlight though none are here the scent of horses narrow lapis lake deeper than sky pupil of a horse’s eye geranium sunset through trailing mane an old caravan it is not the storm in this black november night that spooks the horses the mare’s eye still water stillborn prayer white mare looming in weed trees old moon’s shadow NO 38 PAGE 293 PAGE 293 Smajil Durmišević, Zenica, Bosnia and Herzegovina ŽEPSKI GOROCVIJETI / MOUNTAIN FLOWERS OF ŽEPA Zbrika poezije i haikua; Nakladnik/Publisher: „Meligrafprint“ d.o.o., Zenica Translated by Đ.V.Rožić, ISBN 978-9958-677-09-0 Džamija nova A mosque all new A ljudi nema. Ipak, but no people. And yet, Bije šest lula. water gushes from the six spouts Ljepota boli Painful is this beauty Nišani žive sami The tombstones live alone Divljina buja The Wild things flourish Joha u kući Young trees growing through the house I stado tuđe u vrtu And somebody else’s sheep in the garden Kako si, komšo! Hey, how are you doin’, my neighbour! I pade Čovjek So, a Man fell down Seljak na njivi. Greškom A farmer on his field. By mistake Tek čovjek manje and thus–one man less Sa strane šuma On two sides–forests U srcu polja, dokle In the middle and in the heart, fields ti pogled seže as far as you can see Lijepa kuća A beautiful house. The woods Miriše drvo. I selo smell nicely. And the village– Svi živi. Ma san. all are alive. Only a dream U Bosni selo A village in Bosnia, U selu sela nema… In it there is no village... Sjeta i čežnja! Melancholy and yearning! Yüklə 2,41 Mb. Dostları ilə paylaş:
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