Tuesday, March 2, 2010

the light that came to lucille clifton

Preko Roberta Vilkinsona stigla mi je priča o Lusil Klifton.

the light that came to lucille clifton

came in a shift of knowing

when even her fondest sureties

faded away. it was the summer

she understood that she had not understood

and was not mistress even

of her own off eye, then

the man escaped throwing away his tie and

the children grew legs and started walking and

she could see the peril of an

unexamined life.

she closed her eyes, afraid to look for her


but the light insists on itself in the world;

a voice from the nondead past started talking,

she closed her ears and it spelled out in her hand

“you might as well answer the door, my child,

the truth is furiously knocking.”

Ova dama je 13. februara prešla u neki drugi bardo, a ja sam eto sasvim nenadano dobila poklon.
Nisam želela da prevedem ili možda nisam umela.
Neka stoji tako kako je napisano onog trenutka kada začujem kucanje na vratima.

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