Miroslav Kirin

Early in the morning a naked woman kneels on the kitchen floor praying.
The smoke from the heating plant rises steadily.
A soprano from Schnittke’s madrigal interferes with the voice of the potato  vendor coming from the street.
The chill descends to the root of a plant
on the balcony left in oblivion.
When the vendor leaves, I replay the madrigal and this time the woman’s voice
seems unbearably lonely.
A moment ago she was with him, now he has left her.
As if she has lost the support of her own verticality, her voice broke down,
aimlessly departed somewhere horizontally, indifferently.
What was this naked woman praying for early in the morning?
Isn’t her own verticality in the kitchen all that takes?

清晨一位女子裸着身子跪在厨房的地板上祈祷
暖气片不断地冒着烟
施尼特克无伴奏合唱曲的女高音掺杂着大街上小贩叫卖土豆的吆喝声
寒意侵入植物的根茎，遗落在阳台一角
当小贩远去，我重放那盘无伴奏合唱，此刻女高音似乎十分孤独
刚才她有他做伴，此刻他离她而去
仿佛她失去自身垂直的支撑，她的声音垮了，冷冷地，漫无目的地散开来
这位女子大清早裸着身子在祈祷着什么？
她直直地跪在厨房里不就是大家所要的吗？