Monday, September 21, 2009

Bus 12

While waiting for bus n. 12 you can read a piece of "A Blind Man Sings To His City" by the Bosnian poet Abdulah Sidran. Here's the whole poem:

A Blind man sings to his City
The rain stops. Now from the drains,
From the attics, from under the floorboards
Of the shattered homes in the suburbs
Oozes the stench of the corpses
Of mice. I walk seeking
No special meaning in this. A blind man,
To whom it has been given to see
Only what others don't. This
Makes up for my deprivation: in the south wind
That touches me I recognise the voices
Of those who left this city. As if they were crying.
There, scent of the linden trees, close.
I know
The bridge is near, where my step and my stick
Will ring differently - more light
In the sound.There, now, right by my ear
Two flies mate in the air.
It will be scorching hot again
Bodies
Brush past me,hot
Smelling of bed, smelling of lust. I walk muttering
To God, as if He were beside me:
'Surely nobody in this city
Better than me - better than me, God,
To whom you have given never to see
The face he loves.'
(Ted Hughes, Selected Translations)

5 comments:

Horsoon said...

Poem next to a bus stop? That's really cool!

brattcat said...

excellent poem. very nice shot.

amatamari© said...

Really incredible: publish a poem so beautiful near the bus stop!
Splendid initiative, thanks for the photos!

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prashant said...

Really incredible: publish a poem so beautiful near the bus stop!
Splendid initiative, thanks for the photos!
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