Hajnal Éva: Ordinary (Hétköznapi Angol nyelven)
Shockingly ordinary -
There’s nothing strange about it,
just the fringes of the carpet
as they’re criss-cross
listening stunned to
the moments of effacement.
Just the table, as it lingers
in the pits of dimness,
or this flickering lamplight,
which nevertheless makes
this undetectable farness
obvious, this entangled
passing of movements,
or this glass of water on the edge of the table,
it might as well fall off if it wouldn’t
leave its mark, if it wasn’t
that much confined and glued there
by unnoticeable dustballs round its stem.
I didn’t think I’d be so shocked
by this utmost degree of your silence,
in which deep lakes move on their
pathless ways, each grain of sand in their depths
is ground into monotonous music.
I didn’t know.
I didn’t know it would be so hard to change
back syllables and let them struggle
in your throat to compose sentences.
I didn’t think each stuff to read
that you’d chosen would ruin me, … and
when read they’d exclude me from this earthly life,
even from this moment of time,
… that it picks up the crumbs of your life,
each lasting trace of memory from this
eternity of yours referred to all the time.
We were broken off into quite ordinary attributes.
I gaze at your figure already so hard to recognize,
… you’re sitting in your own company in the distance,
and you’re reading out something important.
(To remember the 25-year-silence of remote past.)