Moja majka hekla

Moja majka heklaMoja majka hekla i kaže:"Starost je samo velika zima, Starost je samo velika samoća."Iz njenih prstiju izlećuPtice,Cvetovi,Šare,Njeni prsti lepršaju u vazduhuKao leptiroviKoji ne mogu da polete.Moja majka je devojčica,Vidim je kako trčiKroz sunčanu izmaglicu,Niz cvetnu livadu,Od sunčane izmaglice među prstimaPlete sebi devojačku spremu.Eno je u beloj venčanici, Vidim devojčicu juri svoj san, San je sve veći A polje je sve manje.Klupko se odmotava.Moja majka će se uskoro udati.

My Mother Is Crocheting

My mother is crocheting and says:

"The old age is only a great winter,

The old age is only a great loneliness."

From her fingers

Birds are flying out ,

Flowers,

Ornaments,

Her fingers are fluttering in the air

Like butterflies

Which cannot take off.

My mother is a little girl

I see her running

Through the sunny haze,

Down a florid meadow,

From the sunny haze between the fingers

She is knitting herself the girl's trousseau.

Here she is in a white wedding dress,

I see the little girl chasing her dream,

The dream is ever larger

And the field is ever smaller.

Hank is unwinding.

My mother will  marry soon.

(Translated by Slobodan Cekić)

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