Gedicht
Edvard Kocbek
ALL DOORS ARE OPEN
The world is full of blood-thirsty persecutors,but the worst persecution is
when you are not hunted,
but still act like a lost wild animal
tracked by an invisible hunter: when
you sit in your studio drinking coffee
or stretching bored in the office,
when even the fanciest cigar in your mouth
cannot relieve you from a dreadful sense of guilt
as if someone has a grip on you, making you
perspire with deadly fear, wishing, either you
didn\'t know who you were or could
throw yourself from the ninth floor.
This persecution is the most horrifying flight
from oneself, the most fatal capture.
Nothing helps, even though all doors are open
and all guns at your disposal, when you sit
amid black night or clear day
unable to move from the deadly fear
of an unknown, ineffable guilt.
© Translation: 1977, Sonja Kravanja
From: Embers in the House of Night
Publisher: Lumen, , 1977
From: Embers in the House of Night
Publisher: Lumen, , 1977
Odprta so vsa vrata
Odprta so vsa vrata
Povsod po svetu divjajo preganjalci,toda najhujše je tisto preganjanje,
kadar te nihce ne lovi, pa se vendar
obnašaš kot izgubljena divja zival,
ko jo nevidni lovec zasleduje: ce
sediš doma v delovni sobi in piješ kavo
ali se v uradu dolgocasno preteguješ
in te niti najdrazja cigara v ustih
ne reši grozovitega obcutka krivde in
te ima nekdo resnicno v pesti, da se
potiš od smrtnega strahu in najrajši
sploh ne bi vede! zase ali pa bi se
pri prici vrgel iz devetega nadstropja.
To preganjanje je najstrašnejši beg
pred samim seboj in najusodnejša ujetost.
Nic ti ne pomaga, vsa vrsta so odprta
in vse pištole so ti na razpolago, ti
pa se sredi temne noci ali jasnega dneva
ne moreš niti ganiti od smrtnega strahu
pred neznano in neizrekljivo usodo.
© 1977, Edvard Kocbek, Matjaz Kocbek
From: Zbrane pesmi
Publisher: Cankarjeva založba,
From: Zbrane pesmi
Publisher: Cankarjeva založba,
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Odprta so vsa vrata
Povsod po svetu divjajo preganjalci,toda najhujše je tisto preganjanje,
kadar te nihce ne lovi, pa se vendar
obnašaš kot izgubljena divja zival,
ko jo nevidni lovec zasleduje: ce
sediš doma v delovni sobi in piješ kavo
ali se v uradu dolgocasno preteguješ
in te niti najdrazja cigara v ustih
ne reši grozovitega obcutka krivde in
te ima nekdo resnicno v pesti, da se
potiš od smrtnega strahu in najrajši
sploh ne bi vede! zase ali pa bi se
pri prici vrgel iz devetega nadstropja.
To preganjanje je najstrašnejši beg
pred samim seboj in najusodnejša ujetost.
Nic ti ne pomaga, vsa vrsta so odprta
in vse pištole so ti na razpolago, ti
pa se sredi temne noci ali jasnega dneva
ne moreš niti ganiti od smrtnega strahu
pred neznano in neizrekljivo usodo.
From: Zbrane pesmi
ALL DOORS ARE OPEN
The world is full of blood-thirsty persecutors,but the worst persecution is
when you are not hunted,
but still act like a lost wild animal
tracked by an invisible hunter: when
you sit in your studio drinking coffee
or stretching bored in the office,
when even the fanciest cigar in your mouth
cannot relieve you from a dreadful sense of guilt
as if someone has a grip on you, making you
perspire with deadly fear, wishing, either you
didn\'t know who you were or could
throw yourself from the ninth floor.
This persecution is the most horrifying flight
from oneself, the most fatal capture.
Nothing helps, even though all doors are open
and all guns at your disposal, when you sit
amid black night or clear day
unable to move from the deadly fear
of an unknown, ineffable guilt.
© 1977, Sonja Kravanja
From: Embers in the House of Night
Publisher: 1977, Lumen,
From: Embers in the House of Night
Publisher: 1977, Lumen,
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