Lucian VASILIU

 

 

MOJ PRIJATELJ, FREUD

 

V zadnjem casu

sanjam samo Mamo

 

Mama moja mamo naših mam sanja

 

A skupaj

molijo pri Ocetu nasemu v nebesih

za mojo dušo-

nicvrednež, navihanec, klatež

 

 

KAMBEI, Z DŽORDŽEM IN GEORGOM

 

Hrepenim za tistim, cesar ne vidim:

po Lacramu,

po maši oceta Izidorja Blagega …

 

Hrepenim za tistim, kar vidim:

po jugu Kitajske,

po licu Gao Hinga,

odsevnega v ogledalu

kozarca z likerjem

 

hudic

planini s tisoci obrazov

 

 

NEKA VRSTA HERMENEVTIKE/MAJEVTIKE

 

v polkrogu,

zahvaljujoc novemu paru ocal

z dvojno dioptrijo,

vidim

bolje

Zemljo

Gornjo

in

Dolnjo,

Zemljo

od Nistra

in

Tise

 

evropsko,

orlovski

pogled

v samega sebe-

carski rez.

 

 

LUCIDNOST, LUDIZEM, LUCIJANIZEM

 

Še eno škatlo cigaret L&M

danes

 

L&M:

Lucian in Monadolog?

Lucian in Muzeolog?

Lucian in Mrtvec?

ŠEST

 

Slavil sem cifri 3 in 7

globoko v noc

in se znova rodil

 

Prišel je cas, zdaj

da dam šest-šest

na (pro)dneve neparne in lažnive

 

ko so ikone

sposobne

da me sprejmejo –

pepel

berlinskih zidov

 

Prevod iz romunšcine: Miljurko VUKADINOVIC in Irena ODER

 

 

TO LOUISA

 

There will come the time for me to become dust,

bleeding quince blossom…

 

There will come the time for me to be in all:

memory of no one…

 

 

SEAL

 

You are beautiful as a fistful of ashes

As a jelly fish lately confined

 

You are slender as a ray

in which Lazarus rises from the dead

 

You are, a Princess

To the angel mole

 

If you were non-existent

I would be now

in the service

of a Hindu temple

 

 

THE REMOTE SWEETHEART

 

I put my ear to the ground

and listen.

What do I hear?

 

I hear my remote sweetheart -

she' s harnessing the reindeer to the sledge,

I hear her breath

 

I have ever awaited

her,

I have put my ear to the ground

for thousands of years

 

and, look, she's coming now

and I feel scared…

 

 

HELLADIC

 

It's getting dark

and I come again

to show worship

to your gods

 

to praise you

and ask you

the icon

of the blind

Omer

 

to kiss it

and hymn you

advancing on bended knees

on my elbows

 

to kiss it

and plunge myself

along with death

into a lasting

embrace…

 

 

EURYDICE

 

A woman prevents me from falling asleep.

She has waxen arms,

and a huge eye

 

When she emerges, I say to her:

‘We'll live a happy life

in the sheets

of the plum blossom!

 

When she emerges,

My heart beats so fast

that the bells

in the Poe' s poems

begin resounding

 

When she shows up

The alters fall down

 

In the orbits

Of the Portuguese infants

 

The blind solemnly embrace us

and sing

the holy missa

for us

 

IMPRINT

 

She was non-existent

as an angel,

 

Not even a material trace

behind her,

not even a bite, not even an imprint

 

Unlike the others,

the real ones,

she said nothing-

 

I was bound

to her silence

 

Like a sailor

I went on looking after the ship,

the stopover

(she emerged on deck,

and all naked she danced unforgettably)

 

She was non-existent

as an angel

 

Not even a material trace

behind her

not even a bite, not even an imprint

 

GREEN GRASS

 

I'm having a picnic,

I forget all about my sedentary nature,

my unwritten tomes

(which know me by heart),

I forget about the Petschenege male rat,

and the Tartar female rat

 

Strange feeling of freedom:

I'm kissed on my mouth

by the migratory tribes

so far-away

Butterflies. Flowers. Dew.

Same as in the Minonan poems

 

Smoking

I keep contemplating the breasts

of the vast agorae

 

( Lucian Vasiliu, Atelier de Potcovit Inorogi , Colectia Dictatura si Scriitura,

Editura Junimea, Ia si, 2003)

Traduceri: Olimpia Iacob

 

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