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Sećanje na pokojnika
Sećanje na pokojnika
Pred vratima iza kojih prostor gnjije
On je zbunjeni zlatnik i dvosmisleni rast
Mutne reči sve dublje koja čeka na nas
Da nam srž klijanjem kroz koru probije.
U raspevanom plamenu ko da ga otkrije
Trava raste iz njegovog imena i spas
Jedini je budan a samo je glas
Čuli su ga al ga niko vido nije.
Prostor i vreme između svega što biva
Bezgrešnim govorom prevaziđe u svetlosti
Kad gore gradovi u samoodbrani.
On je zvezda nad prazninom govor koji otkriva
Zdrobljeno sunce podzemlja kao živu u kosti.
Tu izgubljeno sećanje pustinju hrani.
Memory of the Deceased
Memory of the Deceased
At the door behind which the space rots
He is confused golden coin and ambiguous growth of
Dim words deeper and deeper that wait for us
to sprout the marrow through this core of ours.
Who could find him in the singing flame
salvation and grass grow from his name,
The only awake though just a voice
Heard but yet unseen.
Between everything that happens, space and time
the sinless speech in light to overcome
When cities burn in self-defense.
He is the star above nothingness, speech that reveals crushed
Sun of the underground like mercury in a bone.
The memory lost feeds the desert there.
(Translated by Aleksandra Milanović)
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