Singidunum
Singidunum
Singidunum
Under my wheels the echo of two roads feels
the upper, a shadow of the Roman legions’ trail
at crossroads with turned off headlight
another kind of radiance soars over the night
fast alongside the dark woods
with tips already in tomorrow’s light.
It is not the sunrise
losing one of the roads
I awake into a barbarian joyous heat
and under new hair akin to white feathers
I assault Flavius’ legion’s seat.
(1969)
(Translated by Mirjana N. Radovanov Mataric, 2012 ©)