Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Beat generation / Bítnici: Charles Bukowski


The mockingbird
the mockingbird had been following the cat
all summer
mocking mocking mocking
teasing and cocksure;
the cat crawled under rockers on porches
tail flashing
and said something angry to the mockingbird
which I didn't understand.

yesterday the cat walked calmly up the driveway
with the mockingbird alive in its mouth,
wings fanned, beautiful wings fanned and flopping,
feathers parted like a woman's legs,
and the bird was no longer mocking,
it was asking, it was praying
but the cat
striding down through centuries
would not listen.

I saw it crawl under a yellow car
with the bird
to bargain it to another place.

summer was over.



Drozd
Drozd celé leto prenasledoval
mačku
cek cek cek cek cek cek
otravný a drzý, mačka liezla pod hojdacie kreslá na verandách
šľahala chvostom
a vravela čosi zlostne drozdovi
čo som nerozumel.

včera tá mačka pokojne šla po vozovke
so živým drozdom v zuboch
krídla roztiahnuté, nádherné krídla
roztiahnuté a trepotajúce
pierka od seba ako ženské nohy
a ten vták sa už neposmieval,
prosil, modlikal
ale mačka
prechádala cez stáročia
a nič nepočula
videl som ju zaliezť pod žlté auto
aby si to vybavila
s tým vtákom mimo dohľadu

a bolo po lete.


1 comment:

  1. Bukowski ♥

    len on to zaradenie do BG nemal rád...

    http://www.bestpointyou.blogspot.com

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