Writing on keyboard

by Ana Brnardić


Writing on keyboard

As I am writing on this contraption

This business of hitting letters differs not much

From climbing some mountain in winter

Using a stick and some decent equipment

 

These square letters are like some unreachable cliffs

 

I type with gloves on made of rough wool

My nose is red like on some Tibetan village girl

And the soil where these letters were trampled upon

Is so hardened that it turned black

 

Though there is a slim chance that I will make it to the top

 

I will make a stop by the nearest hut

Spewing fumes all around

To rest a bit sipping that black liquid from samovar

 

So I can continue walking on the frozen gutturals

That generally there at the top

Coagulate into a white death

© translated by Damir Šodan

Pisanje na tipkama

dok pišem na ovoj spravi

posao udaranja u slova ne razlikuje se puno

od uspinjanja na neku zimsku planinu

sa štapom i dobrom opremom

 

kockasta slova su poput neosvojivih klisura

 

pišem u rukavicama od grube vune

nos mi je crven kao u tibetanske seljančice

a tlo na kojima su ova ugažena slova

crno od tvrdoće

 

premda su male šanse da ću se uspeti

 

zastat ću kod prve kolibe

iz koje posvud suklja dim

odmorit ću se uz crni napitak iz samovara

 

pa ću poći dalje po ledenim guturalima

koji se obično, tamo pri vrhu, grupiraju

u bijelu smrt

© Ana Brnardić