Departing Summer

Dani u Polju Kupina / Days In The Blackberries Field

Ne sedim više na svojoj terasi. Skinula sam zavese od bambusa i tek ponekad se setim da zalijem cveće. Nikada i nisam imala neko cveće doduše, osim par muškatli koje sam sama ispelcerila od jedne jedine koja je preživela prethodne zime i nekih par zeleniša za koje ne znam kako se zovu. Ali eto, početkom svakog leta sva srećna ih raspoređujem praveći planove za moje budne letnje noći. Uh, kad se samo setim juna i beležnice u koju sam upisala planove za ovo leto. I moje sreće dok sam ih pisala… Nikad kraja! Iscepala sam taj list nedavno, postidela sam se malo same sebe. Nisam ispunila ni polovinu. Ali samo malo, nije mi to prvi put. Elem, prolazi leto polako i ništa. Sve se vraća na staro. Na terasu izlazim, čini mi se, manje nego ikada do sada. Sa Mesecom odavno ne razgovaram. Još od onda, kada se prvi put sakrio iza žutog solitera. Zvezdice tu i tamo, zatreperi po neka, ne mogu da kažem, ali nikada nije to bilo to. A Sunce… Sunce je, da ti pravo kažem, vrlo neozbiljan igrač. Prvo, ne znam ni kada ni zašto izlazi. Samo tako, probudim se i vidim tu je. Drugo, posle onih zalazaka u Grčkoj, ništa ne izgleda kao pre. Znaš već, nema više one tople crveno-žute na nebu, ničega nema. Od poslednjeg zalaska na plaži, Sunca kao da nema više. Samo moj žuti soliter. Čak mi komšije sa trećeg sprata ne mašu više u znak pozdrava. Odselili su se u Brisel. Svi negde odoše. Pa šta ću ja na terasi?

u nepovrat

sa zalaskom sunca

odlazi leto

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I don’t sit on my balcony any more. I removed the curtains of bamboo and only occasionally I remember to water the flowers. I have never  had any spectacular flowers though, except one single Germanium that somehow survived previous winters, few of it’s babies and the few green plants whose names I don’t even know. But at the beginning of each summer I take them out trying to make a nice place for my long summer nights. Ah, I remember June and the small notebook in which I enrolled all plans for this summer. And my happiness while I was writing them … No end! I tore that paper recently, I was a little ashamed of myself. I didn’t full fill even a half. But I was not ashamed too much, it’s not my first time. Anyway, summer passes slowly. And nothing… Everything comes back to the old. I sit on the terrace less than ever before. I stopped talking with  the Moon long time ago. Ever since then, when the Moon hid behind the yellow skyscraper for the first time. Stars… Here and there, they flash from time to time, I can not complain, but it never was that kind of light. And the Sun … Well, the Sun is, to tell you the truth, a very strange player. First, I never know when or why it rises. Just so, I wake up and I see it’s there. Second, after those sunsets in Greece, nothing isn’t like it was before. You know, I can’t see that warm red and yellow light in the sky any more. Nothing… Since the last sunset on the beach, looks like that sunsets  don’t exist any more. All I have is just my yellow skyscraper. Even the neighbors from the third floor don’t wave to me as a sign of greeting. They moved to Brussels. Everyone went somewhere. So what should I do on the balcony?

everyone leaving

summer goes with no return

after the last sunset

I really tried but I had to break the rule 5-7-5 in Serbian. And I didn’t count words, I apologize if I broke that rule too.

For Carpe Diem’s Kamishibai #10, “departing summer” , the hardest prompt for me since I have joined.

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7 thoughts on “Departing Summer

    1. Thank you. It was really hard not to change the meaning of the haiku, I tried to stay close. And as naturally, in my own language prose is much better because in English it sounds more “officially”. Funny thing, I wrote prose in Serbian, but haiku in English. 🙂

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      1. I can emphatize on that. It’s very difficult to stay close to the original as I translate my work. Sometimes the original feeling and scenery lost its power and beauty.

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      2. i know, same here. plus, with longer pieces, i make grammatical mistakes. i edited this one at least 6-7 times till now after i posted it.

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