Gedicht
Edvard Kocbek
IN A TORCHED VILLAGE
I lean on the wallstill hot
from a long fire,
no villagers
no foe around,
the ground gives way,
the universe crumbles,
the stars perish.
A sudden ripple
of the scent of violets.
I begin to listen
to tender voices,
the grass rising
for new footsteps,
the ashes embracing
a new solidity.
A brook clatters
into a stone trough
a cat returns
to a scorched doorstep.
I grow larger
become a giant,
now I see over
the shoulder of all horror.
© Translation: 1977, Sonja Kravanja
From: Embers in the House of Night
From: Embers in the House of Night
V pozgani vasi
V pozgani vasi
Slonim ob zidu,se vedno je vroc
od dolgega pozara,
nikjer ni cloveka,
nikjer zlocinca,
tla se udirajo,
vesolje razpade,
zvezde poginjajo.
Naenkrat zavalovi
duh po vijolicah,
zacnem poslušati
mile glasove,
trava se vzdiguje
za nove stopinje,
pepel se objema
za novo trdnost.
Studenec štropota
v kamnito korito,
macka se vraca
na ozgani prag,
vedno bolj rastem,
postajam velikan,
ze vidim grozi
preko ramena.
© 1977, Edvard Kocbek, Matjaz Kocbek
From: Zbrane pesmi
Publisher: Cankarjeva založba,
From: Zbrane pesmi
Publisher: Cankarjeva založba,
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V pozgani vasi
Slonim ob zidu,se vedno je vroc
od dolgega pozara,
nikjer ni cloveka,
nikjer zlocinca,
tla se udirajo,
vesolje razpade,
zvezde poginjajo.
Naenkrat zavalovi
duh po vijolicah,
zacnem poslušati
mile glasove,
trava se vzdiguje
za nove stopinje,
pepel se objema
za novo trdnost.
Studenec štropota
v kamnito korito,
macka se vraca
na ozgani prag,
vedno bolj rastem,
postajam velikan,
ze vidim grozi
preko ramena.
From: Zbrane pesmi
IN A TORCHED VILLAGE
I lean on the wallstill hot
from a long fire,
no villagers
no foe around,
the ground gives way,
the universe crumbles,
the stars perish.
A sudden ripple
of the scent of violets.
I begin to listen
to tender voices,
the grass rising
for new footsteps,
the ashes embracing
a new solidity.
A brook clatters
into a stone trough
a cat returns
to a scorched doorstep.
I grow larger
become a giant,
now I see over
the shoulder of all horror.
© 1977, Sonja Kravanja
From: Embers in the House of Night
From: Embers in the House of Night
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