The back of the "Zagreb" hotel

by Martina Vidaić


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

Stražnja strana hotela "Zagreb"

tu je jednom odsjeo hitchcock,

zadovoljan pogledom, zadovoljen sobaricom.

ti nikad ne odsjedaš u starim hotelima,

bojiš se tuševa.

 

pitaš se kako je umro čovjek kojeg iznose.

liječnici ga još predano mijese,

ali jasno je da će ispasti prekisao i crn.

premda, sve oko hotela «zagreb»

premazano je srednjoeuropskom patinom

i smrt može biti stvar dojma,

kao što je vjerojatno iz istog hotela

pogled na more

koju nijansu tamniji.

 

hitna pomoć je pružena pločnikom.

smrt možda uopće ne pobijedi,

a ona je potporno tkivo pjesme,

bez kojeg sve pada na drugu stranu ulice,

pred kafić nalik na rasadnik

u kojem zadovoljno raste nekoliko djevojaka.

ne preostaje ti drugo nego

smatrati ih sobaricama.

© Martina Vidaić