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Krešimir Bagić

Quasimodo at the Entrance

- in another town I opened my eyes
I forested it with uncertain words
and ready for any sight
(watching a bird in flight)
I drink tea
is that enough
- I don’t know
- my body soars transparent
a man draws near to me and then a woman
they touch me entering the forest
they call knocking on the treetrunks
where they knock and knock on the moss growths
where they don’t nothing
is that enough
- I don\'t know
- I crossed myself
moved all into the light
to the point whence all returns
this autumn I strewed myself with dry leaves
and conquered space
hill by hill
house by house everything mine turned yellow
is that enough
- I don’t know that either
I never peer into other people’s temples
in my own I fold my hands and look up
towards the sky.

Na ulazu Quasimodo

Na ulazu Quasimodo

- otvorio sam oči u drugom gradu
pošumio ga nesigurnim riječima
i spreman na svaki prizor
(gledajući pticu kako leti)
pijem čaj
je li to doista
- ne znam
- tijelo mi je prozirno lebdeće
prilaze mi muškarac pa žena
dodiruju me ulaze u šumu
zovu kucaju po deblima
gdje pokucaju izraste mahovina
gdje ne ništa
je li to doista
- ne znam
- prekrižio sam se
prešao sav u svjetlost
u točku uz koje se sve vraća
jesenas se osuo žutim lišćem
i osvajao prostor
brijeg po brijeg
kuću po kuću sve mi požutjelo
je li to doista
- ni to ne znam
nikad ne zavirujem u tuđi hram
u svome sklapam ruke i dižem pogled
prema nebu
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Quasimodo at the Entrance

- in another town I opened my eyes
I forested it with uncertain words
and ready for any sight
(watching a bird in flight)
I drink tea
is that enough
- I don’t know
- my body soars transparent
a man draws near to me and then a woman
they touch me entering the forest
they call knocking on the treetrunks
where they knock and knock on the moss growths
where they don’t nothing
is that enough
- I don\'t know
- I crossed myself
moved all into the light
to the point whence all returns
this autumn I strewed myself with dry leaves
and conquered space
hill by hill
house by house everything mine turned yellow
is that enough
- I don’t know that either
I never peer into other people’s temples
in my own I fold my hands and look up
towards the sky.

Quasimodo at the Entrance

- in another town I opened my eyes
I forested it with uncertain words
and ready for any sight
(watching a bird in flight)
I drink tea
is that enough
- I don’t know
- my body soars transparent
a man draws near to me and then a woman
they touch me entering the forest
they call knocking on the treetrunks
where they knock and knock on the moss growths
where they don’t nothing
is that enough
- I don\'t know
- I crossed myself
moved all into the light
to the point whence all returns
this autumn I strewed myself with dry leaves
and conquered space
hill by hill
house by house everything mine turned yellow
is that enough
- I don’t know that either
I never peer into other people’s temples
in my own I fold my hands and look up
towards the sky.
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
Elise Mathilde Fonds
Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
Veerhuis
VDM
Partners
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