The back of the "Zagreb" hotel
hitchcock once stayed here,
pleased with the view, pleased by the chambermaid.
you never stay in old hotels,
you are afraid of showers.
you wonder how died the man they are taking out.
the doctors still knead him with commitment,
but it is clear he will turn out over-risen and black,
although, everything round the “zagreb” hotel
is smeared with the central european patina
and death can only be a matter of impression,
as probably from the same hotel
the view of the sea
is a shade darker.
the first aid is given on the pavement.
death may not win at all,
and it is the supporting fabric of a poem,
and without it everything falls on the other side of the street,
in front of a café looking like a nursery-garden,
where several girls grow happily.
there is nothing left for you but
think they are chambermaids.
© translated by Iskra Pavlović