STABLJIKE KUKURUZA

Koliko to puta

kraj ove njive prođoh

neprimetivši

stabljike kukuruza

napola već izrasle

            Dimitar Anakiev

CORN STALKS

How many times
I passed by the field
without noticing
corn stalks
half-grown

           Dimitar Anakiev, tr. by author

PITANJE ZA LEPTIRA

U polju sretoh

belog leptira tamo-

vamo što krivuda -

htedoh da priupitam

ali zaboravih šta

          Dimitar Anakiev 

A QUESTION TO A BUTTERFLY

In the field I met
white butterfly back

and forth zigzagging -
I wanted to ask something

but I forgot what

          Dimitar Anakiev, tr. by author

SUMMER TIME

Letnje popodne:

ko razbijena vojska

moje dve mačke

spavaju kud koja-

što bi ja budan bio?

         Dimitar Anakiev

Summer afternoon:

like a shattered army

my two cats

sleep here and there-

why should I be awake?

        Dimitar Anakiev, tr. by author

PAUKOV ULOV

U bašti novi zid

a još pre prvog pljuska

neki je pauk

ispleo svoju mrežu:

kapljice kiše u njoj

          Dimitar Anakiev 

SPIDER'S QUARRY

New wall in the garden
and before the first downpour
some spider
weaved it's network:
only raindrops in it

          Dimitar Anakiev, tr. by author

ODA NOVOM DANU

Moje dve mačke
jutros pre mene ustale
nebo oblačno,
ravno kao tepsija
i vreme sporo teče
            Dimitar Anakiev



ODE TO A NEW DAY

My two cats 
rose up before me this morning 
The sky is cloudy, 
straight as a casserole
time is flowing slowly
            Dimitar Anakiev, tr. by author

BICIKL BEZ LAMPE

Duž savskih polja

na biciklu bez lampe

vozikam se

a put mi osvetljava

sa visina: mesec pun

      Dimitar Anakiev


BIKE WITHOUT A LAMP

Along fields of

Sava I ride a bike

without a lamp

the road before me

is lightened by moon

       Dimitar Anakiev, tr. by author

SAIGYOOVA OPIJENOST PRIRODOM

SAIGYOO (西行法師) 1118-1190

Treba li mreti

nek umrem onda ispod

procvale trešnje

i neka je mesec pun

kao što je februara
      Saigyō Hōshi (1118-1190), prev. Dimitar Anakiev

Čak i ljudi

oslobođeni strasti

rastužiće se:

jesenje veče u barju

kad šljuke odlaze

      Saigyō Hōshi (1118-1190), prev. Dimitar Anakiev

Zaboravih na

obeleženu stazu

gorom Jošino

trešnje u cvatu tražim

neprehodanim putem

       Saigyō Hōshi (1118-1190), prev. Dimitar Anakiev

Snilo se mi je

ko da latice nosi

prolećni vetar

probudih se a vetar

šuštaše u skutu

      Saigyō Hōshi (1118-1190), prev. Dimitar Anakiev

Duž mojeg puta

bistri potočić teče

u senci vrba

mogu li da zastanem

za par trenutaka

      Saigyō Hōshi (1118-1190), prev. Dimitar Anakiev

PATRIOTIZAM YOSANO AKIKO

Moj četvrti sin
postao je poručnik
u mornarici;
u borbu odlazi i
neka se hrabro bori
          YOSANO AKIKO (1878-1942) prev. Hiroaki Sato/Dimitar Anakiev


 Pesma je preuzeta iz tanka časopisa Red Lights, Vol 7, No.2, June 2011, Allentown, PA. USA,
urednica Marilyn Hazelton

TAWARA MACHI O LJUBAVNOM ŽIVOTU

Dođoh
na stanicu
minut ranije
mislim na tebe
celi minut
      TAWARA MACHI (1962-), prev. Dimitar Anakiev


Saopšteno mi je
"Ne mogu te oženiti"
i sad sam tu
doručkujem sama
na uobičajnom mestu
      TAWARA MACHI (1962-), prev. Dimitar Anakiev


Možda jedina
zajednička uspomena
koju ostavljam
takvom kakva jeste
udubljenje na šeširu
      TAWARA MACHI (1962-), prev. Dimitar Anakiev

OKURA O JEDINOM BLAGU

Znači li mi šta
srebro, zlato, dragulji?
Kako se mogu
uporediti sa blagom
što je dete? Ne mogu.
              OKURA (Heian period: 794-1185) tr. Dimitar Anakiev

SOGI O PROLAZNOSTI ŽIVOTA

Nalikuje snu
život čovekov
samo to znamo
Evo napuštene kuće
u vrtu domuje leptir
              SOGI (1421 - 1502), prev, Dimitar Anakiev

O BOŽIJEM DANU

Ono no Komachi
peva o besmisleno
proteklom danu
Danas, daleko od Boga,
farbam drvenariju
          Dimitar Anakiev

Ono no Komachi
meaninglessly spent a day
in this world, she said
Today, away from God,
I paint my woodwork
         Dimitar Anakiev, tr. by the author

TOM MARETIĆ O RUSOMAČI

Eh rusomačo, da te
onda pored živice
ne spazi Basho, ne bih
znao za tebe!
            Tomislav Maretić

O white-blossomed shepherd's purse,
had Basho not espied you
beside the hedge, I would
not know you exist!
            Tomislav Maretić, tr. by the author

TSUKAMOTO KUNIO

TSUKAMOTO KUNIO (1922-2005)


U gaju
od flaša šampanjca
neko predaje
različiti i integralni
investicijski račun
        TSUKAMOTO KUNIO, prev. Dimitar Anakiev

jer ljudi
koji su bili spašeni smrti
spavaju ovde
groblje u mraku
miriše na mesečini
       TSUKAMOTO KUNIO, prev. Dimitar Anakiev

sve vreme
prikazivanja crtaća
ona su tu
kroz njih curi zrak svetla
vrata za slučaj opasnosti
       TSUKAMOTO KUNIO, prev. Dimitar Anakiev

ONO NO KOMACHI i YUKIO MISHIMA

Na njega mislim

i spavam, samo zato da bih ga

kraj sebe zadržala

Da sam znala da je to san

Nikada se ne bih probudila

            ONO NO KOMACHI (c.825-c.900) , prev. Dimitar Anakiev

Stvar koja bledi

bez spoljnih znakova

Je cvet

Srce čoveka

U ovom svetu

         ONO NO KOMACHI (c.825-c.900), prev. Dimitar Anakiev

Osušen je cvet

njegove boje su izbledele

Dok mi besmisleno

Prolazi dan na ovom svetu

Monsunska kiša pada li pada

              ONO NO KOMACHI (c.825-c.900), prev. Dimitar Anakiev 

Monsunska kiša pada

navodeći me na misli

o vlastitoj smrtnosti:

slušam tu monsunsku kišu

i meditiram nad sobom

             YUKIO MISHIMA (1925-1970), prev. Dimitar Anakiev

PAKLENA VRUĆINA

     posvećeno Marilyn Hazelton

dve decenije
posle rata
povetarac
ne može da rastera
paklenu vrućinu
    Dimitar Anakiev



       posvećeno preminulom pesniku

prerani
odlasci iz provincija
u nebo
danas je toplo
kao u paklu
     Dimitar Anakiev

PRVE TANKE

短歌 Tanka 和歌 Waka

by Dimitar Anakiev

travelling

over the ocean

we met Jaxon

cultural differences

are they important

3/26/11 (天理,Tenri, NYC)

among the shelves

of books in a bookstore

a women steps in

seeking a book on drama

filing the universe

3/27/11 (Barnes & Noble, USQ,NYC)

every morning

I travel on the train by

old graffiti

pushing my thoughts

in other directions

Alma Anakiev, 3/26/11 (天理,Tenri, NYC)

Fukushima's

over-radiated worker

dying in hospital

his daughter watches

the radiating Moon

3/27/11 (Staten Island, NYC)

thinking

about my American situation

squirrels

jumping over the fence

from both sides

3/30/11 (Staten Island, NYC)

a red sun rises

over the earthquake

tsunami & radiation

making the Emperor

speak to homeless

3/30/11 (Staten Island, NYC)

soft soul goes

out through the voice

young opera singer

singing for tips

hurt my soul

3/31/11 (Staten Island, NYC)

a turtle

in Av. of Americas

gets lost

but finds surprising ideas

amassed by spring wind

3/31/11 (Avenue of America, NYC)

silence in church

Transfiguration of Jesus

I sit in an angle

waiting for transfiguration

until the parsons came

4/1/11 (St. Joseph, Greenwich Village)

every morning

I travel on the train by

old graffiti

pushing my thoughts

in other directions

      --Alma Anakiev

Fukushima's

over-radiated worker

dying in hospital

his daughter watches

the radiating Moon

    --Dimitar Anakiev

red sun rises

over the earthquake

tsunami & radiation

making the Emperor

speaking to homeless

3/30/11

mad folks

of willing for power

sink into mad

Easter bells are

stolen by parsons

#

here is the president

speaking vociferously

then silences

rooster loudly crowing

the night silently comes

#

coquettishly

the LGTB make love

with bearded bishops

from wooden crosses

nettles are fluorish

#

while you are away

your hat sleeps next to me

on the pillow

but I wonder what happens

if a scarecrow steals your hat?

#

silence in church

St. Joseph in Greenwich Village

I sit in an angle

until it became full of people

untill the parsons came

#

silence in the church

Transfiguration of Jesus

I sit in an angle

enjoying the mystic

until the parsons came

#

white waterfall

before Chase bank

and red tulips

by Rockefeller Center

wait for Hiro Sato

#

a pigeon

in South Ferry terminal

seeks food

each 6th American hungry

in this too rich country

#

oatmeal raisin cookie

I eat while comfortable undressed

51st birthday

two bible sellers wish me

a welcome to the United States

#

storm on the sea

in the bay of Manhattan

a seagull

flies above the waves

contrary to the wind

#

Staten Island Railway

car's door opens just for me

to see gusts of rain

traveling from Eltingville

towards the bay of St. George

#

accompanied

by un old umbrela

of my cousin

I watch rain slopes

in an empty station

#

in Brookfield avenue

wind creates a storm

in a sea of petals

I am passing by

with a storm in my soul

#

to poet passed away

premature
departure from provinces
to the sky
today's hot
as in hell
#