Mirjam Dular: Razglednice / Postcards (Hirondelle 2026)

Naslovnica pesniške zbirke Razglednice / Postcards: Božidarka Brnas

 

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(1.) Razglednica 

 

Dragi moj! 

 

Po dolgem, dolgem potovanju (na prestopnem letališču sem čakala skoraj 12 ur!) 

sem prispela. 

Soba je majhna, postelja zdelana, za omaro v kotu pod stropom 

črna plesen. Wifi je. 

Tudi tu sekajo les in pripravljajo kurjavo za zimo. Pravijo, da bo huda, 

kljub klimatskim spremembam. 

Tudi tu me nihče ne razume, ko pojasnjujem izsev Sonca, nagnjenost Zemljine osi 

ali tektoniko plošč. 

Prenesi moje pozdrave vsem 

v upanju, da se kmalu vidimo. 

(Čas bo dolg, vse kaže v isto smer; 

sprašujem se, čemu sem morala iti.) 

Topel objem, vedno tvoja, 

                                          Zarja 

P. S. 

Upam, da ste vsi v redu.

 

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(1.) Postcard 

 

My dear! 

 

After a long, long journey (I waited almost 12 hours during a layover!) 

I have arrived. 

The room is small, the bed worn out, and behind the wardrobe, in the corner beneath the ceiling 

there is black mold. There’s Wi-Fi, too. 

Here too they are cutting wood and preparing it for the winter. They say it will be harsh, 

despite climate change. 

Here too no one understands me when I explain solar radiation, the tilt of the Earth’s axis, 

or plate tectonics. 

Pass on my greetings to everyone 

in the hope that we will see each other soon. 

(Time will be long, everything points in the same direction; 

I wonder why I had to leave.) 

A warm hug, always yours, 

                                       Zarja 1

P.S. 

I hope you are all well.

 

1 Zarja is a pretty popular Slovenian name for a girl. The word means »dawn«.

 

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Prizadevanje. Navdih

 

Če bi se ti namesto hčerá

rodil sin.

Če bi namesto ptičje grodnice in kljuna

doživljal evharistijo.

Če bi svobodna volja ne bila

usrani dvojni placebo.

Če ne bi nad materjo še zaživa

vršil odžalovanja.

Če bi življenje

konzumiral.

Prekleti, prekleti plosk

ene dlani.

 

Aspiration. Inspiration

 

If you had a son

instead of only daughters.

If you experienced the Eucharist

instead of a bird’s breastbone and beak.

If free will was anything

but a shitty double placebo.

If you didn’t mourn over your mother

while she’s still alive.

If only you consumed

life.

The damned, damned clap

of a single hand.

  • The English translation was created with the assistance of artificial intelligence and editorially reviewed by Aina Ajda Ouattara.

 

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Foto: Mirjam Dular