Stipe Grgas
английский
INSTITUTE FOR HUMANISTIC STUDIES
vlak ide. vlak ide. vlak ide. vlak ide. na
rubu poljane gdje jedan mušakarac tri
žene ljubi. vlak ide. vlak ide. vlak
ide. u noć u čijem dnu rastu mali skakavci
i svjetlo dopire do tvoga oka. vlak ide.
vlak ide. vlak ide. vlak
ide. tamo gdje sebe učim misliti o svome
lijevom i svome desnom palcu. vlak ide.
o grču i podnevu. o radosti. vlak ide. vlak
ide. gdje se marija miluje vodom. i govori
poezija u prenoćištu. vlak ide. vlak ide. vlak
ide. kao napjev kaznionice. kao povijest
prostitucije. vlak ide. gdje se presvlače žena
i muškarac. vlak ide. vlak ide. vlak
ide. gdje ćeš pružiti ruku i reći brdo je
upaljeno kao tijelo. bijelo stijenje visa.
šaptat ćeš bradat kao svraka crn. vlak
ide. šaptat ćeš kao ljubavnik sa srednjim
prstom u ženi koja hoće te. vlak ide. vlak
ide. vlak ide. vlak ide. vlak
ide. na rubu poljane gdje jedan muškarac
tri žene ljubi. je li to umjetnost. je li to
umjetnik. je li to? vlak
ide. vlak ide. vlak ide. vlak ide. čitajući
pjesme američkih pjesnika znam da postoji
poezija koju bih želio pisati – vlak ide. vlak
ide. vlak ide. kao tekst pokreta na tekućoj
vrpci – jer, na drugoj strani mi uporno
stojeći starimo. vlak ide. vlak ide. vlak
ide. ali i čemu san o promjeni: vlak ide.
vlak ide. gdje volim kraj njemačkog filma.
vlak ide. jer ima glazbu vječnosti. vlak
ide. vlak ide. vlak ide. Stipanova je kosa
na balkonu zajedno s vjetrom. vlak ide. vlak
ide. s Lukinom rečenicom o ribi i ptici... vlak
ide. vlak ide. vlak ide. & sjedeći prepoznajem.
vlak ide. & dvije žene u sjedalima ispred mene.
vlak ide. & znam priču o njihovoj patnji. vlak
ide. vlak ide. & što je mala riječ za vrata
kroz koja su prošle. vlak ide. vlak
ide. vlak ide. vlak ide. vlak ide. vlak
ide. – ali, znam li misliti. vlak ide. kao voljeti.
vlak ide. i nadalje o poeziji. o lyn. vlak ide.
u prozi bi pisalo: žena pored mene. vlak
ide. daje znak ljepoti. vlak ide. vlak ide.
zelenila oko nas. ali ni ja ne bih o vjeri.
vlak ide. u riječ. vlak
ide. ne bih ustuknuo pred ribarima. vodonošama.
poštarima. vlak ide. vlak ide. ali smijem li
sklopiti oči. ili nastaviti čitati. vlak ide. vlak
ide. & kao da se ništa nije dogodilo.
hoću li ustati. vlak ide. i reći, nešto o patnji &
o njihovim tijelima. ili šutjeti. vlak
ide. vlak ide. vlak ide. & zelenilo traje
& žene, ispred mene, listaju prospekt
& wir bauen zügig. vlak
ide. & smiješe se, razmjenjuju sitne pažnje...
vlak ide. vlak ide. na rubu poljane gdje
jedan muškarac tri žene ljubi
INSTITUTE FOR HUMANISTIC STUDIES
train goes. train goes. train goes. train goes. on
an edge of a field where a man makes love to three
women. train goes. train goes. train
goes. into the night in whose depth small grasshoppers grow
and light reaches your eye. train goes.
train goes. train goes. train
goes. to the place where i teach myself to think about
my left and my right thumb. train goes.
about cramps and afternoons. about joy. train goes. train
goes. where mary caresses herself with water. and poetry
is spoken in the hostel. train goes. train goes. train
goes. as the penitentiary chant. as the history
of prostitution. train goes. where the woman and man
change clothes. train goes. train goes. train
goes. where you will extend your hand and say the hill
is on fire like the body. the white cliffs of the island of vis.
you’ll whisper bearded and black as a magpie. train
goes. you’ll whisper as a lover with his middle
finger in the woman who wants it. train goes. train
goes. train goes. train goes. train
goes. at the edge of a field where a man
makes love to three women. is that art. is that
an artist. is that it? train
goes. train goes. train goes. train goes. reading
the poems of american poets i know there’s a
poetry i’d like to write - train goes. train
goes. train goes. like the text of movement on an assembly
line - because, on the other side we, upright, stubbornly
grow old. train goes. train goes. train
goes. after all why dream of change: train goes.
train goes. where i like the endings of german films.
train goes. because it has the music of eternity. train
goes. train goes. train goes. on the balcony
Stephen’s hair is one with the wind. train goes. train
goes. with Luke’s sentence on fish and birds ... train
goes. train goes. train goes. & sitting i recognize.
train goes. & the two women in seats in front of me.
train goes. & i know the story of their suffering. train
goes. train goes. & what is the tiny word for the door
through which they’ve passed. train goes. train
goes. train goes. train goes. train goes. train
goes. - but, do i know how to think. train goes. like how to love.
train goes. and furthermore about poetry. oh lyn. train goes.
it would be written in prose: the woman next to me. train
goes. gives the sign to the beauty. train goes. train goes.
of greenery around us. but neither would i about faith.
train goes. in a word. train
goes. i would not yield before fishermen. water-carriers.
postmen. train goes. train goes. but can i
close my eyes. or continue reading. train goes. train
goes. & as though nothing happened.
will i arise. train goes. and say, something about suffering &
their bodies. or keep quiet. train
goes. train goes. train goes. & the greenery continues
& the women, in front of me, are leafing a booklet
& wir bauen zügig. train
goes. & they laugh, exchanging small civilities ...
train goes. train goes. at the edge of a field
where a man is making love to three women