De Litouwse dichter, schrijver en vertaler Tomas Venclova werd geboren op 11 september 1937 in Klaipeda, Litouwen. Zie ook alle tags voor Tomas Venclova op dit blog.
Poem
Since early September we have been caught in the pull of the cosmos.
Close your eyes, and you’ll know how a leaf that brushes your face
Rubs against the shutters, by mistake touches a cloud,
And sticks between the rooftiles to escape the touch of our hands.
A tree drains the day. The sky is white and blind.
The voice withdraws, having waded into the ebbing valley.
Everything gathers within me so I would know how wearied Atreus
Rejoiced at the castle’s silence and the steaming waters.
Will you pass this threshold? Fate, weir, gravel,
Niggardly shabby churches, triangular mires.
The wide hour rushes into rot and loam,
The city circles, and the twelve winds rise in a row.
Will you win me or lose me—thus far no one knows.
The fallows have eroded, the constellations have been pruned.
I attract misfortune, like true north the magnet,
Like a magnet a magnet, misfortune attracts me.
Vertaald door Jonas Zdanys
Tomas Venclova (Klaipeda, 11 september 1937)
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