Događaj na stanici
Događaj na stanici
Nije se tu nešto mnogo I naročito
Isprva
Dogodilo u glavi
Ali noge su za trenutak neodlucno na
ulici ipak zastale
(Kao da su o neki nevidljivi končić
Izmišljen u glavi
Ovlaš zaplele)
I okrenule se
I okrenule telo I glavu
I oči u glavi
I udove
Nekako naglo
Isuviše
Ali naporno
Kao das u celi jedan već poodmakli I
Sasvim određeni život
Zajedno sa njegovim mislima
Okrenule…
Trebalo bi sada ne[to brzo
I neobično
Napokon
I učiniti.
Pre svega:
Dom svoj promašiti.
Ući u stanicu.
Ne pitati za pravac
Ni vreme polaska
(Ne misliti na kartu)
Nego ovako:
Dokopati se voza
Bilo koga
Koji
Sav crn I nepomičan I neizvestan
Na nekom koloseku
Pod lampom
Stoji.
Sesti uz okno.
Čekati:
Kao nevidljiva trunčica nebom
Prolaziti zemljom.
Tako
(Trebalo je toga I ranije setiti se).
Dokopati se voza.
Prolaziti.
Prolaziti brže nego sama prolaznost…
*
Ili drugačije:
Izvaditi kartu
Za neko mesto
Sa najčudesnijim I najzagonetnijim nekim
Imenom
(Koje se odavno
I slučajno
Sa svojim šarenim zvukom
Kao izmisljeno
Po našoj pameti motalo).
Izvaditi katu za Škofju Loku.
Celu noć putovati.
(Kroz polusan:
Nazirati slabo osvetljene I nepoznate male
Postaje
I usamljene otpravnike vozova
S crvenim barjačićima u ruci.)
Sići na tvojoj stanici.
Koračati
Nepoznatom I tek osvanulom pustom ulicom.
U prvom otvorenom restoranu naručiti
Kafu
I dugo
Ali neosetno
O nečemu polako i duboko misliti…
I onda se ponovo
Vratiti
Ali tako
Kao drugi neko da se u tvoj tek napušteni
I daleki dom
Umesto tebe
Vratio…
Ili drugačije:
Ostati
Zauvek I do kraja
U ovom dalekom mestu sa zagonetnim i
Čudnim svojim imenom
I otpočeti iznova neki život
Drugi I sasvim nepoznati…
*
Ili:
Ili se iz one stare I navikle svoje noćne
Ulice
Bez nekih suvišnih misli
Vratiti
Kao I uvek što si se u svoj dom
Iz svake noći
Pravo
Vratio.
An Incident at the Station
At first
Nothing much, nothing special
Was going on in his mind
But for a moment his feet paused
Indecisively in the street
(As if an invisible
Imaginary string
Had entangled them)
And they turned
And turned body and head
And the eyes in the head
And the limbs
Rather abruptly
And excessively
But strenuously
As if his whole well-defined life
Already well past its prime
Together with his thoughts
Had turned…
Something has to be done
Quickly
And in an unlikely manner
Finally.
First of all:
Lose your way home.
Enter the station.
Don’t ask about the destination
Or the time of departure
(Never mind the ticket)
But like this:
Catch a train
Any train
Which
(Solid black motionless doubtful
On a platform
Under a light)
Sit by the window.
Wait:
Travel the earth
Like an invisible mote in the sky.
That’s it
(Should have thought of it before).
Catch a train.
Keep going.
Keep going faster then the passage of time…
*
Or else:
Buy a ticket
To a place
With the strangest and most enigmatic name
(Which has long been wandering
Through our mind
Haphazardly
With its colorful sound
As if imagined).
Buy a ticket to Skofja Loka.
Travel all night long.
(Through a half-dream:
Catch sight of poorly lit and unknown stops
And lonely train dispatchers
With red signal flags in hand.)
Get off at your station.
Walk
The unknown and deserted street at down.
Order coffee in the first restaurant that’s open.
And for a long time
Think about something slowly and deeply
But undetected…
And then come
Back again
But like this
As if someone else returned to you recently
Abandoned and distant home
Instead of you…
Or else:
Stay
Forever and to the very end
In this far away place with its strange
And enigmatic name
And start a new life
Different
And completely unknown…
*
Or:
Or walk your old and familiar nocturnal streets
Without any superfluous thoughts
Back home
As you always do
Out of each night
Straight
Back home.
(from Serbian Classics Press)