OTROK I
Vsekakor je otrok.
Včasih je stara tri leta
ali celo manj in včasih
šest ali celo osem.
Ima moč konja,
ki vleče dva voza,
in ne dvomi,
da ju mora vleči.
Sebe si predstavlja
kot veliko, mrtvo
in razpadajočo gmoto.
Druge predstave nima.
Toda čuti se kot
nekaj majhnega,
golega in izpostavljenega.
Zato raje ne čuti.
Vodi svoje lastno
taborišče,
v katerem je zaprta.
Tam ureja svet.
Barva ograje, pobira
papirčke, razvršča ljudi
na splošno
na dobre in slabe.
Onemogoča slabe,
razdeljuje dobrine
in čisti oceane.
Potem je utrujena.
CHILD I
She is, undeniably, a child.
Sometimes three years old
or even younger, and sometimes
six or even eight.
She bears the strength of a draft horse
pulling two carts,
and she knows without doubt
they are hers to pull.
She envisions herself
as a vast, lifeless
and decaying mass.
Her mind conjures no other shape.
Yet she feels
small, bare,
and exposed.
So, she chooses not to feel.
She runs her own
camp.
Confined within its bounds,
she arranges the world.
She paints fences, gathers
the litter, sorts the humanity,
generally
into good and evil.
She counters evil,
distributes the goods
and cleans the oceans.
Then she grows weary.
(Translated from the Slovenian by Martha Kosir)
