Sparrow, Through a Hospital Window

by Veronika Dintinjana


Sparrow, Through a Hospital Window

I saw death

sit down beside him on the bed and take off her slippers.

His blood pressure dropped,

his face paled, as she lay down.

His eyes were frightened.

I flew out. As I did not

have a share in his life,

it was only right not to have a part

in his dying.

Half an hour later I returned

to pick up the bread crumbs

left over from lunch.

Translated by the author with Ciaran O'Driscoll and Rose Aasen

Vrabec, skoz bolnišnično okno

 

Videl sem smrt,

kako je prisedla na posteljo in si sezula copate.

Pritisk mu je padel,

obraz je postal bel, ko je legla.

Oči prestrašene.

Odletel sem ven. Ker nisem imel

deleža pri njegovem življenju,

je bilo edino prav, da nimam deleža

pri njegovi smrti.

Čez pol ure sem se vrnil

po krušne drobtine,

ki so ostale od kosila. 

Veronika Dintinjana