Poem
Szabolcs Várady
THE ENTRY INTO ADULTHOOD
You’re in pyjamas, wearing your winter coat,you stand in an unfamiliar bathroom
that’s not just strange it’s like a catacomb.
The quirks of some dream have brought you here.
You suspect you had a past: something once had
A half- or third-share in the figure before you.
Some part was shared in any case. Love, of course.
Now that you’re here, why not wash? Stubborn flesh
yearns for its natural home but is beaten back.
Water is good for you. It’s true, you did not
imagine the entry into adulthood like this.
Nor do you accept it as conclusive
— oh no, not now, never as conclusive!
But this is not the place for bearing grudges.
Get a towel, wipe yourself, wait for it to be over.
Someone will eventually discover something:
observant rats may seize on your dusty flesh
or you may at last locate that hidden exit.
© Translation: 2008, George Szirtes
BEGIN VAN DE VOLWASSENHEID
Met je winterjas aan, daaronder echterin pyjama, sta je in een vreemde badkamer, die
ook nog eens veel op een catacombe lijkt.
Hier bracht de willekeur van de droom je, hier ben je.
Vaag staat je een verleden bij: deze persoon
was ooit een deel van iets, voor de helft of een derde.
Iets was deel van hem. Ja natuurlijk, de liefde.
Nu je hier toch bent: tijd voor een wasbeurt. Het hardnekkige vlees
dat thuis wil komen, is teruggeslagen.
Water doet je goed. Al heb je je het begin
van de volwassenheid anders
voorgesteld. Je accepteert die ook niet
als definitief – dat niet, nee, nooit!
Maar schuimbekken is hier niet aan de orde.
Droog je af en kijk maar hoe het afloopt.
Opmerkzame ratten je bestofte vlees
of jij de verborgen uitgang –
iemand zal uiteindelijk iets vinden.
© Vertaling: 2008, Mari Alföldy
A FELNŐTTKOR KEZDETE
Télikabátban, alatta viszontpizsama, állsz egy idegen fürdőszobában, amely
hozzá jócskán katakombaszerű.
Ide vetett az álom önkénye, itt vagy.
Rémlik, volt egy múltad: ez a személy
felében-harmadában része volt valaminek.
Valami az ő része volt. Persze, a szerelem.
Ha már itt vagy, tisztálkodj. A makacs hús
törekedése hazája felé – visszaverve.
A víz hasznodra válik. A felnőttkor
kezdetét, igaz, nem ilyennek
képzelted. El sem fogadod
véglegesnek – azt már nem, soha nem!
De acsarkodásnak itt helye nincs.
Törülközz meg, várd ki a végét.
Poros húsodat a figyelmes patkányok,
vagy te végül a rejtett kijáratot,
de valaki valamit megtalál majd.
© 2003, Szabolcs Várady
From: A rejtett kijárat
Publisher: Európa Könyvkiadó, Budapest
From: A rejtett kijárat
Publisher: Európa Könyvkiadó, Budapest
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THE ENTRY INTO ADULTHOOD
You’re in pyjamas, wearing your winter coat,you stand in an unfamiliar bathroom
that’s not just strange it’s like a catacomb.
The quirks of some dream have brought you here.
You suspect you had a past: something once had
A half- or third-share in the figure before you.
Some part was shared in any case. Love, of course.
Now that you’re here, why not wash? Stubborn flesh
yearns for its natural home but is beaten back.
Water is good for you. It’s true, you did not
imagine the entry into adulthood like this.
Nor do you accept it as conclusive
— oh no, not now, never as conclusive!
But this is not the place for bearing grudges.
Get a towel, wipe yourself, wait for it to be over.
Someone will eventually discover something:
observant rats may seize on your dusty flesh
or you may at last locate that hidden exit.
© 2008, George Szirtes
From: A rejtett kijárat
From: A rejtett kijárat
THE ENTRY INTO ADULTHOOD
You’re in pyjamas, wearing your winter coat,you stand in an unfamiliar bathroom
that’s not just strange it’s like a catacomb.
The quirks of some dream have brought you here.
You suspect you had a past: something once had
A half- or third-share in the figure before you.
Some part was shared in any case. Love, of course.
Now that you’re here, why not wash? Stubborn flesh
yearns for its natural home but is beaten back.
Water is good for you. It’s true, you did not
imagine the entry into adulthood like this.
Nor do you accept it as conclusive
— oh no, not now, never as conclusive!
But this is not the place for bearing grudges.
Get a towel, wipe yourself, wait for it to be over.
Someone will eventually discover something:
observant rats may seize on your dusty flesh
or you may at last locate that hidden exit.
© 2008, George Szirtes
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