Prijevodi poezije Ane Horvat na engleski

U dabrovini
veterinarka zbori
o liječenju

Dressed in beaver fur
the veterinarian speaks
about healing

Pas vezan lancem
bolno pokušava
ples s leptirom

Ted to a chain
the dog painfully tries
to dance with a butterfly

Prolazak zmije
pokošenim travnjakom
ispisuje SOS

SOS.. .
the passage of a snake
across the lawn

U psećem oku
sva je mudrost svemira
i jad planeta

in the dog's eye -
the wisdom of the universe
the sorrow of the planet

Ranjeni golub
umire utješeno
na mojem dlanu

in my palm -
a wunded pigeon
dies comforted

Zaklani janjci
krvlju pojašanjavaju
dobri duh Božića

Good spirit of yule
illustrated with bloodshed
of slaughtered lambs

The true meaning of the Yule
Offering of the slaughtered
Lamb’s blood in God’s name)

Napušteni pas
brani udomitelja
od bivšeg gazde

Abandoned dog
protecting its caretaker
from severe host

(Abandoned dog
Defending his caretaker
From an angry owner)

Kupnja rasnoga
štenca ili mačića
smrt je mješanca

Pintle or kitten
from a breeded stock
death of a mongrel

(Pure bread dog or kitty
Bought  with care from a breeder
Means death  of mongrel)

Kratak je prečac
od ljubavi do novca
za životinje

Brief is a shortcut
from an unlimited love
to the pet market

(There is a shortcut
Between loving connection
Money offered for pet)

Izlog mesnice
dvije svinjske polovice
drže se za ruke

Two halves of the pig
hanging in the butcher shop
reaching to each other

RAZGLEDNICA EUROPI

POZDRAV IZ HRVATSKE
gradova beskućnika
zvona bez zvonika
sela ogaraka
mrtvih luka

NAJBOLJE ŽELJE
pobijenih
prognanih
žednih
promrzlih
i gladnih
ljudi i životinja
SRDAČNO VAŠI
ostaci
jednog naroda
iz mraka podruma
DOĐITE
umrijeti
U NAJLJEPŠU
HRVATSKU

HRVATSKI MUČENICI

dvadesetgodišnjaci
majčini
lijepi sinovi
stasali
uz filmove
o Rambu
i partizanima
s vrpcom
preko čela
i križem
oko vrata
ozbiljno zaigrani
ozareni
konačno svojim
ciljem
u pravome
a tako prljavom
ratu
očevi sinova
koji se nikad
neće roditi

na zastavu
položeni
okrvavljeni
zaklani
mrtvi

PISMO IZ 1991.

i ti
sada
čujem
rušiš i ubijaš
hrđo
dobrovoljna
i rezervna
oslobađaš me
za ne
od mene same
otimaš domovinu
onoj
koja više
nema
ni haljine
ni postelje
ni krova
a zvala te je
zlatom svojim

i ti
nosiš
novo lice
od krvi
i zgarišta
uokvireno
prokletstvom

bježi od zrcala
i čuvaj
sve moje
bivše poljupce
kao igle
otrovnice
zabodene tijelom

PAMĆENJE

jedna jegulja
čežnje
noću mi
izlazi iz ramena
po pamćenju stanica
pliva istočno
do panonskog mrestilišta

i ugiba
u žitu

REMEMBRANCE

an eel of longing
slithers out of my shoulder
at night
swimming through
the imprints on my cells
eastward
to the Pannonian spawning grounds

and dies
in the grain

LUBAVNO-DOMOLJUBNA PJESMA

ne zaboravi Hrvatsku
malu mrlju na karti
tisuće milja sjeverozapadno
crnu od krvi
ni ženu
koja te ondje
iz pepela još ljubi
njen grad
i za tobom u suzama
klupu u Jurjevskoj
noć s vrućim čelom
na tvojoj ruci
strah
da ne voliš
i da ćeš brzo zaboraviti
ne zaboravi

u jantaru sjećanja
zagrli nas
spasi

A POEM OF LOVE ANDPATRIOTSM

do not forget Croatia
a tiny speck on the map
thousands of miles
to the northwest
darkened with blood
nor the woman
who still loves you
out if its ashes
her town
and the tears over you
on a bench in Jurjevska
night with a warm forehead
on your hand
fear
that your love is gone
and that soon
you will forget
do not forget

in the amber of memories
hold and save

PALJENJE ZVIJEZDA

i uđe sloboda
gusta i vrela

golemim ustima
bez mjesečine
pocrni sve ruže
u cvjetnjaku
proguta
sve moje sitnice
za izmotavanje po kući
i reče

tvoje su mi
tamne usne
donekud znane
utrni svjetiljku
budi što jesi
i šuti
naš poljubac
duži od smrti
negdje će
upaliti zvijezde

LIGHT THE STARS

enter freedom
thick and boiling

its huge mouth
devoid of moonshine
darkening all the roses
in the garden
devouring
all the trifles
that keep me busy
at home
and says

your dark lips
are somewhat known
extingush the lamp
be what you are
and keep quiet
our kiss
longer than death
will light stars
somewhere

MODRI PLETER

da li bih otmjenije
stasala u Parizu
razumnije se udavala
u Ženevi
bolje odgajala kćerku
u Berlinu
imala više mačaka
u Londonu

nedostaje li mi za sreću
malo bečke prpošnosti
peštanske vruće krvi
ne bi li moje pjesme i lice
bili nježnijih crta
pod madridskim suncem

i što bih sve
pod nekim drugim svodom
sa mnom bilo
da nisam
baš takva
divlja i uglađena
ovdje
trebala odživjeti
napuštena žalobna
i modra
ne zbog toga
što je to tvoja boja
nego od strepnji
za tebe
za nas
moj Zagrebe

BLUE WICKER

would I be growing
more elegantly in Paris
more sensibly have gotten
married in Geneva
raise my daughter better
in Berlin
have more cats
in London

does my fortune lack some Viennese pertness
some boiling blood of Budapest
would my poems and my face
have more tender traits
under the Madrid sun

and under a different sky
what would have become of me
were I not
exactly as I am
wild and polished
here
supposed to live
abandoned wretched
and blue
not because
it is your color
but out of anguish
for you
for us
my Zagreb

DOMOVINI

domovino
žena si
a žene o tebi
nisu pitali

mirisom sam te
spoznala i čeznula
otkad se pamtim
u vonju pelena
malih Francuza
ljuljala sam
izmišljeno tvoje dijete
magle Sjevernog mora
mirisale su mi
po lovoru i brnistri
tamjan napuljskih crkvi
po drvoredima tvojih lipa
plastični travnjaci Amerike
po tvojim pokošenim livadama

bolje si mirisala
od zagrljaja
najdražeg ljubavnika
i nježnije ljubila

domovino
žene smo
i ne pitaju
ni za ovih vremena
kad nam se zvijezde
smiješe iz kopriva

vršnjakinjo
tugo moja
o krivnji i strahu
ne treba
znamo se
oprostit ćeš
i opet za srcem
nekud poći

pruži mi
tada ruku
a ja ću kosu
rasplesti
da ti se
ne zamrse
putovi

TO THE HOMELAND

homeland
you’re a woman
but women were
not asked about you

through the smell
I perceived you
and longed
since my first memories of me
in the scent of diapers
of the French little ones
I rocked your imagined child
fogs of the North Sea
exuded smells
of the laurel and weaver’s shrub
incense of the Neapolitan churches
of the lime trees lining
of the American plastic lawns
of your mown meadows

you smelled finer
than the embrace
of the favorite lover
and kissed with more tenderness

homeland
we are women
and they do not ask
even nowadays
when the stars
smile at us
from among the nettles

my peer, my grief
of the guilt and fear
let us not
for we are well acquainted
you will forgive
and move on
to some place
following your heart

hold out your hand
and I shall
unravel my hair
lest your paths
entangle