Poem
Miroslav Kirin
THE READER OF THE TOUCH
THE READER OF THE TOUCH was fired.Actually, he forgot his own language.
For there where the touch was
now a merciless clutch coils,
python-like, crawling in the bed and stammering
instead of talking, strangling instead of caressing.
And the speaker of the body was fired, too.
Actually, he never really had a job.
For there where the body mattered,
words were overflowing,
caressing instead of strangling,
talking instead of touching.
© Translation: 2004, Miroslav Kirin and Miloš Đurđević
THE READER OF THE TOUCH
ČITAČ JE DODIRA ostao bez posla.
Zapravo, zaboravio je vlastiti jezik.
Jer tamo gdje se radilo o dodiru
sada se izvija nemilosrdni stisak,
poput onoga od udava, gmizi posteljom
i šušlja govoreći, daveći umjesto milujući.
I govornik je tijela ostao bez posla.
Zapravo, nikad ni nije bio zaposlen.
Jer tamo gdje se radilo o tijelu
bujale su riječi,
milujući umjesto da dave,
govoreći umjesto dodirujući.
Zapravo, zaboravio je vlastiti jezik.
Jer tamo gdje se radilo o dodiru
sada se izvija nemilosrdni stisak,
poput onoga od udava, gmizi posteljom
i šušlja govoreći, daveći umjesto milujući.
I govornik je tijela ostao bez posla.
Zapravo, nikad ni nije bio zaposlen.
Jer tamo gdje se radilo o tijelu
bujale su riječi,
milujući umjesto da dave,
govoreći umjesto dodirujući.
© 1998, Miroslav Kirin
From: Tantalon
Publisher: Meandar, Zagreb
From: Tantalon
Publisher: Meandar, Zagreb
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THE READER OF THE TOUCH
THE READER OF THE TOUCH was fired.Actually, he forgot his own language.
For there where the touch was
now a merciless clutch coils,
python-like, crawling in the bed and stammering
instead of talking, strangling instead of caressing.
And the speaker of the body was fired, too.
Actually, he never really had a job.
For there where the body mattered,
words were overflowing,
caressing instead of strangling,
talking instead of touching.
© 2004, Miroslav Kirin and Miloš Đurđević
From: Tantalon
From: Tantalon
THE READER OF THE TOUCH
THE READER OF THE TOUCH was fired.Actually, he forgot his own language.
For there where the touch was
now a merciless clutch coils,
python-like, crawling in the bed and stammering
instead of talking, strangling instead of caressing.
And the speaker of the body was fired, too.
Actually, he never really had a job.
For there where the body mattered,
words were overflowing,
caressing instead of strangling,
talking instead of touching.
© 2004, Miroslav Kirin and Miloš Đurđević
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