Reminiscence of Home / Sjećanje na Dom - Paul Auster

Reminiscence of Home

True north. Vincent’s north.

The glimpsed

unland of light. And through each fissure

of earth, the indingo

fields that burn

in a seething wind of stars.

What is locked

in the eye that possessed you

still serves

as an image of home: the barricade

of an empty chair, and the father, absent,

still blooming in his urn

of honesty.

You will close your eyes.

In the eye of the crow who flies before you,

you will watch yourself

leave yourself behind.

Paul Auster

(Selected poems, p. 70)

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Sjećanje na Dom

Pravi sjever. Vinsentov sjever.

Nazrijeti

lišenu svjetlost. I kroz svaku pukotinu

zemlje, indingo

polja koja gore

u kipećem vjetru zvijezda.

Ono što je zaključano

u oku što te je posjedovalo

i dalje služi

kao slika doma: barikada

prazne stolice, a otac, odsutan,

još uvijek cvjeta u svojoj urni

iskrenosti.

Zatvorićeš oči.

U oku vrane koja leti ispred tebe,

gledaćeš kako

ostavljaš sebe za sobom.

Paul Auster

(Odabrane pjesme, str. 70)

Prepjev: Tijana Živaljević