Auguri Dragutin, altri cento di questi giorni

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Oggi è un giorno davvero speciale per Dragutin Tadijanovic, forse il massimo fra i poeti croati.

Proprio oggi, infatti, compie 100 anni.

Cogliamo l’occasione per fare gli auguri a lui e proporre a voi una delle sue poesie più belle (in serbo-croato e inglese).

Buona lettura, ah!

MOJA SESTRA NOSI U GRAD MLIJEKO

Predjurarje. Ona ustaje
I obla?i se u mraku ledene sobe
Ura na zidu tri puta zakašlja
Daleko je sivi grad, vani pada snijeg.

Oprezno silazi niza stepenice
Drže? u rukama kante mlijekom nalite
Zatim joj mati još jednu na glavu podigne:
Pripazi dobro da se ne oklizneš.

Škripi snijeg, škripi snijeg pod smrzlim opancima;
Ona se žuri da stigne zarana,
Da što prije zapo?ne s prodajom.

Sprva ?e nuditi mlijeko an uglovima ulica,
A kad se razdani sasvim, po?i ?e u dvorišta gradska
Vi?u?i: Gospojo, mlika! Gospojo, evo mlika!

MY SISTER CARRIES MILK TO TOWN

She gets up before dawn and dresses up in darkness of cold room. The clock strikes three times, the gray city is far away and it is snowing.

She goes down the stairs carefully carrying pails of milk in her hands. Then our mother puts one more on her head and says: Be careful lest you slip.

The snow creaks under her frozen feet, she hurries to come and begin with selling as early as possible.

At first she’ll offer milk at the corners of the streets, and when the day breaks, she’ll enter into the yards shouting: Milk, lady, milk!