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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