Mesta koja volimo

Mesta koja volimo

Mesta koja volimo postoje samo po nama,

Razoren prostor samo je privid u stalnom vremenu,

Mesta koja volimo ne možemo napustiti,

Mesta koja volimo zajedno, zajedno, zajedno,

Pa zar je ova soba soba ili je zagrljaj,

I šta je pod prozorom; ulica ili godine?

A prozor, to je samo otisak prve kiše

Koju smo razumeli koja se stalno ponavlja,

I ovaj zid ne međi sobu, nego možda noć

U kojoj sin se pokrenu u krvi tvojoj zaspaloj,

Sin kao leptir od plamena u sobi tvojih ogledala,

Noć kad si bila uplašena od svoje svetlosti,

I ova vrata vode u bilo koje popodne

Koje ih nadživljuje, zauvek naseljeno

Običnim tvojim kretnjama, kada si ulazila,

Kao vatra u bakar, u moje jedino pamćenje;

Kad odeš, prostor za tobom sklapa se kao voda,

Nemoj se osvrtati: ničeg van tebe nema,

Prostor je samo vreme na drugi način vidljivo,

Mesta koja volimo ne možemo napustiti.

Places We Love

Places we love exist only through us,

Space destroyed is only illusion in the constancy of time,

Places we love we can never leave,

Places we love together, together, together,

And is this room really a room, or an embrace,

And what is beneath the window: a street or years?

And the window is only the imprint left by

The first rain we understood, returning endlessly,

And this wall does not define the room, but perhaps the night

Your son began to move in your sleeping blood,

A son like a butterfly of flame in your hall of mirrors,

The night you were frightened by your own light,

And this door leads into any afternoon

Which outlives it, forever peopled

With your casual movements, as you stepped,

Like fire into copper, into my only memory;

When you go, space closes over like water behind you,

Do not look back: there is nothing outside you,

Space is only time visible in a different way,

Places we love we can never leave.

(Translated by Francis R. Jones)