Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega srečanja Vilenica 2003 - Ljudmila
Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega srečanja Vilenica 2003 - Ljudmila
Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega srečanja Vilenica 2003 - Ljudmila
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On the international route Munich -<br />
Salonika<br />
On a dirty train,<br />
International route Munich - Salonika,<br />
I am trying to read Robert Musil's The Man Without Qualities.<br />
But this, I come to realize, is surely impossible in places like this.<br />
I reach for banal substitutes:<br />
To continue reading infinitely harder is<br />
Than to find a dozy idler<br />
In every carriage, first or second class no matter,<br />
On all train routes.<br />
Interestingly, this international train<br />
requently stops even at stations that are local:<br />
I seek invisible symbols in this disobedience of schedule.<br />
I find it is better to give up on reading.<br />
Thus, I am silent and watch,<br />
irst, the nightly landscapes of Slavonia,<br />
Then, opposite myself, the mirror -<br />
I see my two modest travel bags,<br />
Seemingly not so heavy luggage.<br />
But I feel it is impossible to get rid of.<br />
As the train pulls away<br />
And day comes close<br />
I think it does not matter<br />
At which station to disembark<br />
Whose luggage to take.<br />
174<br />
The shipwreck's mirror<br />
After Constantin Cavafis' THE CITY.<br />
I<br />
(A NOT IN THE LEAST GLORIOUS DEATH)<br />
It is the same on the other side of the road, you think.<br />
It is the same there, on the open sea<br />
Where you once thought that life<br />
Had proximity. But this you will never feel so<br />
As you will never know<br />
The invisible breadth of Middle Europe<br />
Or any twilight on the Eastern coast.<br />
Everywhere in the world it is invariably<br />
The same - there where lives are brought to an end.<br />
Every morning seems yours - unhappy<br />
Participation in life. And every end<br />
Of the day is the same, as when you dive into sleep:<br />
Your not in the least glorious death.<br />
And here you are just temporarily - in the world.<br />
III<br />
(ROM ONE PLACE TO ANOTHER)<br />
You're going from one place to another,<br />
But, in truth, you're not really going anywhere. Your current<br />
State you know not how to name.<br />
(Pitiful these things emptied of naming!)<br />
You discover no lands, encounter no new words,<br />
Even the existing you do not use as you would wish.<br />
Increasingly, the days seem like woman's idleness.<br />
As this is a story that has already been told,<br />
And as all stories - so once you heard or suspect -<br />
Are just the same, once again you force yourself<br />
Into a corner, not finding a way to tear yourself<br />
rom the world. Sadness is the signification of your existence,<br />
Sole thing to separate you from others. At least<br />
With it to cheat reality, your reality<br />
Told so many times before. Thus, you'll be going from one<br />
Place to another, but, in truth, you're not going to go anywhere.<br />
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