Poem
Anka Zagar
FOREST
I write forest and the forest comes to beingI go I must go to the forest to fetch wood
it is time to get warm
I am afraid
that is why I sing
I sing forest and there is no forest – here I am
how proud I am how powerful I am
woodiness is all mine
I want to be humble I want to tumble
rush headlong
into the forest
wooden birds drop into my ear – because they are leaves
the forest has hands full of fear
the forest has a beast’s rounded eyes
short-winded
they strike
a fire
what was it – my stumbling step
what was it – uprightness naked
I write forest and there is no forest
clearness of the eye
stiff
© Translation: 2003, Sibila Petlevski
SUMA
SUMA
napisem suma I bude sumaidem moram u sumu po drva
vrijeme je za toplije
mene je strah
zato pjevam
pjevam suma i nije suma – ja sam
kako sam ponizna kako sam mocna
stablasta je najmojija
hocu se srusiti hocu se skrusiti
skroz
u sumu
ptice od drva u uho mi padaju – i lisce su
pa suma ima pune ruke straha
pa suma ima kruzne oci zvjeri
i daha udvojena
oganj
ukresu
sto je ono bilo – korak mi spotaknut
sto je ono bilo – naga je uspravnost
napisem suma i nije suma
bistroca je oka
ukocena
© 1987,
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FOREST
I write forest and the forest comes to beingI go I must go to the forest to fetch wood
it is time to get warm
I am afraid
that is why I sing
I sing forest and there is no forest – here I am
how proud I am how powerful I am
woodiness is all mine
I want to be humble I want to tumble
rush headlong
into the forest
wooden birds drop into my ear – because they are leaves
the forest has hands full of fear
the forest has a beast’s rounded eyes
short-winded
they strike
a fire
what was it – my stumbling step
what was it – uprightness naked
I write forest and there is no forest
clearness of the eye
stiff
© 2003, Sibila Petlevski
FOREST
I write forest and the forest comes to beingI go I must go to the forest to fetch wood
it is time to get warm
I am afraid
that is why I sing
I sing forest and there is no forest – here I am
how proud I am how powerful I am
woodiness is all mine
I want to be humble I want to tumble
rush headlong
into the forest
wooden birds drop into my ear – because they are leaves
the forest has hands full of fear
the forest has a beast’s rounded eyes
short-winded
they strike
a fire
what was it – my stumbling step
what was it – uprightness naked
I write forest and there is no forest
clearness of the eye
stiff
© 2003, Sibila Petlevski
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