Miguel Oscar Menassa | After the Recital / Nakon recitala

After the Recital

That's it, I've recited, it's all over.

Now, surely, a friend will embrace me,

with strength, with fury, with slight nostalgia,

hugs that tell you: it's all right like this.

Some woman, open, dazzled by my verses,

crossing that side aisle, before I leave,

will throw herself into my arms, with the utmost firmness,

like a bewildered bomb against my eyes.

Then there will be those glasses of passionate wine,

and glances and words wet by a weeping,

like a thing of brotherly tenderness for the poet.

Later the night will come to show my solitude,

and there will be no verse for me to understand

why did I fly so high, in love, to fall so alone?

Nakon recitala

To je to, izrecitirao sam, sve je gotovo.
Sad će me sigurno prijatelj zagrliti,
sa snagom, s bijesom, s blagom nostalgijom,
zagrljaji koji ti govore: dobro je ovako.

Neka žena, otvorena, zaslijepljena mojim stihovima,
prelazeći onaj sporedni prolaz, prije nego što odem,
bacit će mi se u naručje, s najvećom čvrstoćom,
poput izbezumljene bombe protiv mojih očiju.

Onda će biti te čaše strastvenog vina,
i pogledi i riječi mokri od plača,
kao stvar bratske nježnosti za pjesnika.

Kasnije će doći noć da pokaže moju samoću,
i neće biti stiha da ga razumijem
zašto sam poletio tako visoko, zaljubljen, da bih pao tako sam?

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MIGUEL OSCAR MENASSA (Argentina 1949)

Translation: Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan, from „La patria del poeta”

Prijevod s engleskog Sonja Smolec