četrtek, 27. marec 2008

Prosim, hodite po prstih. / Please, whisper around me.

Pišem seminarsko nalogo o slovenskih sodobnih pesnicah.

Kot otroška roka

Ko se veja cvetoče jablane obarva rožnato,
spominja na roko spečega otroka:
zaupljivo se steza kvišku
in srečna drhte oklepa zrak,
kjer je bila še malo prej mamina roka;
kjer je bilo še malo prej ljubo sonce.
(Neža Maurer)
I'm writting an essay about Slovenian poets.

Like a child's hand

When the apple blossom bough
Turns to pink
It makes one think
Of a sleeping child –
Trustingly reaching upwards,
Tremulously, happily fingering the air
Where, earlier, had been
The mother's hand;
Where, earlier, had been
The darling sun.

(Neža Maurer)

2 komentarja:

BeachysCapeCodCupboard pravi ...

That is very beautiful poetry!

cats whiskers pravi ...

Hi Thanks for your comments and welcome you gave me, hope to update my blog with some art work soon, the poem was beautiful