Dve rane
Dve rane Ubod li,
to buja ubistvu,
to ljubim.
Vreo vrh maču
zažudi do balčaka u telo.
Jer i kroz ranu,
i tiše tim,
prizivlju se biti.
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Al’ dve se otvore.
Preboli, te zadatoh,
moja bez prebola, brale.
Jer je tiho satkana duša,
na tiše brdo uvodile
prozirne ruke.
Za ožiljkom se
u vidanje prikrade,
bleda vidarica bez nade.
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Al’ kaže mi se dolina.
Romori što je škrgut ovde zuba.
Tiho se samo sjaranilo
što se krvavo mrzi ovde i ljubi.
Nema za mene bilja ovde dole.
The Two Wounds
Tis a stab.
It burgeons to killing.
That I love.
The sword's hot point
Thirsts to the hilt in a body.
For through a wound
And quieter thus
Are they summoned to be.
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But two wounds open
Those I gave you recovered,
Mine is unhealing, brother.
For the soul is silently woven,
To a quieter hill have it led
Two transparent hands.
After the scar
Creeps to healing
A pale sorceress without hope.
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But the valley speaks to me
The murmurs that are gnashing of
teeth here.
There all is softly reconciled
That here bloodily hates and loves.
No parenthood is for me here
below.