The poem describes a metaphorical boxing match between the poet Hana and her inner anger and criticism. It represents how Hana deals with and releases pent-up frustration. In the ring, she tapes her mouth shut and faces an imagined opponent representing the hurtful things others have said to criticize her. Through the catharsis of the boxing match, Hana is able to defeat her inner critic and negativity, standing as the victor in the ring.
The poem describes a metaphorical boxing match between the poet Hana and her inner anger and criticism. It represents how Hana deals with and releases pent-up frustration. In the ring, she tapes her mouth shut and faces an imagined opponent representing the hurtful things others have said to criticize her. Through the catharsis of the boxing match, Hana is able to defeat her inner critic and negativity, standing as the victor in the ring.
The poem describes a metaphorical boxing match between the poet Hana and her inner anger and criticism. It represents how Hana deals with and releases pent-up frustration. In the ring, she tapes her mouth shut and faces an imagined opponent representing the hurtful things others have said to criticize her. Through the catharsis of the boxing match, Hana is able to defeat her inner critic and negativity, standing as the victor in the ring.
will catch an albatross, one of those big birds which nonchalantly chaperone a ship across the biter fathoms of the sea. Tied to the deck, this sovereign of space, as if embarrassed by its clumsiness, pitiably lets its great white wings drag at its sides like a pair of unshipped oars. How weak and awkward, even comical this traveler but lately so adroit- one deckhand sticks a pipestem in its beak, another mock the cripple that once flew! The Poet is like this monarch of the clouds riding the storm above the marksman's range; exiled on the ground, hooted and jeered, he cannot walk because of his great wings. (engleska verzija)
Dokoni mornari od zabave love
esto albatrose, silne morske ptice, na putu nemarne, tihe pratilice laa to nad ljutim vrtlozima plove.
Na daske od krova spuste ih sputane.
Kraljevi azura, neveti, zbunjeni, belim i ogromnim krilima skunjeni mau k'o veslima na obadve strane.
Maloas prekrasan, a sad smean, jadan,
krilati se putnik bori s okovima; s lule jedan mornar duva mu dim gadan u kljun, drugi mu se ruga skokovima.
Tom knezu oblaka i pesnik je slian;
on se s burom drui, munjom poji oi, ali na tlu sputan i zemlji nevian, divovska mu krila smetaju da kroi.
Srebrna cesta 1
Ja ne znam tko si? uj me, dobri drue,
kad padne vee ponad tvoga krova, kroz mrak se javi uk i hukne sova, a oblaci ko jata ptica krue nad tornjevima sela i gradova -
izai u no... idi... Divlje rue
opijat e te putem. Trn e cvasti, otvorit oi lopoi na vodi.
Izai... idi... Srebrn plat e pasti
dalekom cestom, kud te srce vodi.
Ti znade i sam da svjetove nosi
u samom sebi, i da na dnu due sja jato zvijezda, ponori se rue i - ako hoe - oluji prkosi olujom, koja u tvom bilu huji.
Izai u no. Pjevat e slavuji
u crnom grmlju. uborit e vrutak. Nad glavom e ti bijela zvijezda sjati.
I ako hoe, ti e za trenutak
vidjeti boga to te cestom prati.
Ne vjeruj noi, ovjeku, ni buri
to kida greben tvoje volje. Gazi na putu zmiju, gutera na stazi, i budi kao putnik to se uri dalekom stepom zelenoj oazi.
Izai u no... idi... Divlje rue
opijat e te putem. Trn e cvasti, otvorit oi lopoi na vodi.
Izai, drue... Srebrn plat e pasti
dalekom cestom kud te srce vodi.
Prolaznost Smrtniku nisu dana mnoga ljeta da se po svijetu arenome eta,
da gleda lae, trgove, zvonike,
izloge tue, ene, stare slike.
Sve naglo proe, sve se brzo stia,
i doe jesen u srce i kia.
Koljena klonu, oi trnu, plua
gasnu ko sanje, kao nadahnua.
I trudan putnik padne pokraj plota
sluaju ubor stotine ivota. Katja Gorean: Hana i ljutnja 13.12.2016. knjizevnostuzivo Komentiraj
u hani se nagurava toliko ljutnje
jednom u pretui itav svijet ali dakako to su samo prie. fora je, da e se hana slomiti prvom veem pritisku.
sad e vam hana drage volje
prikazati svoju djeju metodu otputanja ljutnje, djeluje samo pod utjecajem snanih supstanci i domiljatosti:
hana stane u ring. navue boksake rukavice.
preko usta si nalijepi crnu ljepljivu vrpcu. na drugoj strani ringa imamo lajavo muko bie
hana ti si nita nula zero
hana tvoje pjesme su bez vrijednosti hana nema smisla hana idi doma hana uozbilji se hana daj vie odrasti hana ti ne smije imati djece hana prestani puiti hana prestani si gristi nokte hana ne troi toliko hana budi odgovorna hana nai su mukarca hana ne postupaj runo s momcima hana poisti za sobom hana naui se kuhati hana obrisi si guzicu hana hana hana hana hana katja!