How.. Selma Kopic

 

How? Say it!

Where?

Which way?

Wherever I go,

the end is everywhere.

I turn to:

up and down,

straight- oblique,

left- right,

upside- down ...

but I don't move

from a dead spot.

Wandering

just makes me crazy.

I constantly

crave the beginning.

Blind streets press

my blind footsteps,

for stagnant darkness

fingers are glued ...

but I'm not moving

from dead point.

Where should I move?

How, which way, where should I go?

Is it up, down, left, right,

straight, oblique, upside down?

Tell me, darling!

But look at the devil!

The beginning is stalking me

from behind.

 

Kako

Kako? Kaži!

Kamo?

Kuda?

Kud god krenem,

kraj je svuda.

Okrećem se:

gore- dolje,

pravo- krivo,

lijevo- desno,

naglavačke...

al' ne mičem

s mrtve tačke.

Od lutanja

prosto ludim.

Za početkom

stalno žudim.

Pritišću ulice slijepe

moje korake sljepačke,

za ustajalu tamu

prsti se lijepe...

al' ne mrdam

s mrtve tačke.

Gdje da se djenem?

Kako, kamo, kuda

da krenem?

Da l' gore, dolje,

lijevo, desno,

pravo, krivo,

naglavačke?

Kaži mi, draga!

Al' vidi vraga:

početak me vreba straga.