Sobna idila

Upravo se otvorila vremenska kapija i odnela me deset godina unazad u studentske dane kad smo Dragana, Srđan i ja živeli u jednom velikom stanu na Dorćolu u sred najljuće zime i spremali ispite... Kako vreme leti... Sad mi treba rečnik da razumem samog sebe, šta sam hteo reći, ali svejedno - odzvanjaju mi lake misli po već teškoj glavi. Izgleda da sam bio pametniji onda nego sad, iako ceo život znam da sam svakog dana pametniji nego prethodnog. Nije ni važno. Ovo sam ja: pre mnogo godina. Mlad i neiskvaren. Još student.


Sobna idila

There was a time when silence was abstraction

And the coldness unimaginable

Now it's substantial to our living

among the inimical space

surrounding the three beds

turned to one another and lost in time, too. 

The rhyme, you may notice, the atmosphere, succeeds not in evoking

Imprisoned by the fear of the pending exams

Ever more by the indecisiveness on our part

Our days are chartered like the flow of the Thames

And the brooding about literature

sets our mind apart. 

Desire to suffer the fathe of the Jews

and escape from the desert led  by some Moses, 

haunts us like Noel Byron's verse

light and easy and near the close. 

Chedomir Pusica, known for his flowing lines, wrote this poem during his student days in 2000. In this period he shared his dreams, wishes, sufferings, freezing with another two artists less famous for lines but more skillful at prose, in a dark flat of an old Dorcol building where nobody but Mr. Srećec used to dwell. This was the period where Chedomir created some of his Baudelaire-like verses and expressed deepest fears but also added a sharp crticial touch to the English poetry of the 16th and 17th century. 

To be continued...

Ms Dragana Popov

Famous Serbian Critic and Essay Writer