Poem
Krešimir Bagić
Siberia
I fell asleep. I woke up. Had a coffee. I didn’t leave the room.Paris all about me.
I open the curtains. Look through the window. It’s cloudy out. Raining.
The penguins in the corner are mutely weeping. They ask me:
- Were you ever in Siberia?
- No, I tell them. No, but I do love snow.
I draw the curtains again. Switch on the light. I write a letter. The penguins stare at me, unblinking. I don’t like it, but do nothing. Actually, I try to cheer them up every time I finish a letter:
- My dear penguins, don’t be so miserable. We’re in Paris!
I spread some paté on the bread. Eat. I turn up the radio, turn out the light. In the twilight I hear the rain again, and the penguins breathing. I say nothing. A pleasant female voice from the radio gives a coy warning: “J’ai compris tous les mots, j’ai bien compris, merci.”
© Translation: 2007, Kim Burton
Sibir
Sibir
Zaspao sam. Probudio se. Popio kavu. Iz sobe nisam izlazio.Oko mene je Pariz.
Razmičem zavjese. Gledam kroz prozor. Vani je oblačno. Pada
kiša. Pingvini u kutu sobe nijemo plaču. Pitaju:
- Jesi li ti ikad bio u Sibiru?
- Nisam, odgovaram. Nisam, ali jako volim snijeg.
Ponovno navlačim zavjese. Palim svjetlo. Pišem pisma. Pingvini
me netremice gledaju. To me smeta, ali ne reagiram. Dapače,
nakon svakog dovršenog pisma, pokušavam ih ohrabriti:
- Prijatelji pingvini, ne tugujte! Mi smo u Parizu!
Mažem paštetu na kruh. Jedem. Pojačavam radio. Gasim
svjetlo. U polumraku opet čujem kišu i disanje pingvina. Šutim.
Ugodan ženski glas s radija mazno upozorava: "J\'ai compris tous
les mots, j\'ai bien compris, merci."
© 2001, Krešimir Bagić
From: Jezik za svaku udaljenost
Publisher: Naklada MD, Zagreb
From: Jezik za svaku udaljenost
Publisher: Naklada MD, Zagreb
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Siberia
I fell asleep. I woke up. Had a coffee. I didn’t leave the room.Paris all about me.
I open the curtains. Look through the window. It’s cloudy out. Raining.
The penguins in the corner are mutely weeping. They ask me:
- Were you ever in Siberia?
- No, I tell them. No, but I do love snow.
I draw the curtains again. Switch on the light. I write a letter. The penguins stare at me, unblinking. I don’t like it, but do nothing. Actually, I try to cheer them up every time I finish a letter:
- My dear penguins, don’t be so miserable. We’re in Paris!
I spread some paté on the bread. Eat. I turn up the radio, turn out the light. In the twilight I hear the rain again, and the penguins breathing. I say nothing. A pleasant female voice from the radio gives a coy warning: “J’ai compris tous les mots, j’ai bien compris, merci.”
© 2007, Kim Burton
From: Jezik za svaku udaljenost
From: Jezik za svaku udaljenost
Siberia
I fell asleep. I woke up. Had a coffee. I didn’t leave the room.Paris all about me.
I open the curtains. Look through the window. It’s cloudy out. Raining.
The penguins in the corner are mutely weeping. They ask me:
- Were you ever in Siberia?
- No, I tell them. No, but I do love snow.
I draw the curtains again. Switch on the light. I write a letter. The penguins stare at me, unblinking. I don’t like it, but do nothing. Actually, I try to cheer them up every time I finish a letter:
- My dear penguins, don’t be so miserable. We’re in Paris!
I spread some paté on the bread. Eat. I turn up the radio, turn out the light. In the twilight I hear the rain again, and the penguins breathing. I say nothing. A pleasant female voice from the radio gives a coy warning: “J’ai compris tous les mots, j’ai bien compris, merci.”
© 2007, Kim Burton
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