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.
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.
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)
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