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Let it snow...
Napokon snijeg. Mogu s ponosom reći da ga obožavam. Znam da ga neki ljudi baš ne vole. Nađu izgovore tipa "promet je užasan po snijegu", "užasno je hladno", "sve je prljavo od snijega"... Ali ja... živim za taj dio godine. Sve je u novom bijelom ruhu. Cijeli svijet izgleda drugačije. Zapravo tek tada postane lijep. Guste pahulje padaju, a ja hodam ulicom (bez kišobrana, naravno) i uživam.
Danas sam vidjela kako neka mama nosi jednogodišnjeg sinčića koji je oduševljeno gledao snijeg jer ga vjerojatno tek sada prvi puta vidio. To je bio prekrasan prizor i ja sam se jednostavno raznježila. Takve sam i ja bila kao klinka, a moram priznati da je snijeg jedna od rijetkih stvari koje me i dan danas mogu razveseliti kao malo dijete.
Naravno, od tih pahulja nije ništa više ostalo jer se sve rastopilo, ali ja sa nestrpljenjem očekujem onu pravu snježnu mećavu. Nadam se da će doći...
At every hand there are moments we
cannot quite grasp or understand. Free
to decide, to interpret, we watch rain
streaking down the window, the drain
emptying, leaves blown by a cold wind.
At least we sense a continuity in
such falling away. But not with snow.
It is forgetfulness, what does not know,
has nothing to remember in the first place.
Its purpose is to cover, to leave no trace
of anything. Whatever was there before—
the worn broom leaned against the door
and almost buried now, the pile of brick,
the bushel basket filling up with thick,
gathering whiteness, half sunk in a drift—
all these things are lost in the slow sift
of the snow's falling. Now someone asks
if you can remember—such a simple task—
the time before you were born. Of course
you cannot, nor can I. Snow is the horse
that would never dream of running away,
that plods on, pulling the empty sleigh
while the tracks behind it fill, and soon
everything is smooth again. No moon,
no stars, to guide your way. No light.
Climb up, get in. Be drawn into the night.
Post je objavljen 22.11.2005. u 19:32 sati.