U RUKAMA MOG
DEDE
Sećam se...
U rukama mog dede
Svetli skinuti
Sjaj sa pluga.
On hita
Ka sunčanim daljinama
Gde neumorno
Seje i žanje
Hleb naš nasušni.
Sad ostareo i krezub
Kraj ognjišta
Melje unucima nežnosti.
Grandfather’s Hands
I
remember…
in
the hands of my grandfather
a
gleam taken from the plough
radiated.
He hurried
toward
the sunny distance
where
tirelessly
he
sewed and reaped
our
daily bread.
Now
old and toothless
beside
the hearth
he
grinds tenderness
to
his grandchildren.
NOV OPAŽAJ
Za izlet
Ne traži (više) oslonce
Učvrsti most
Beskrajnog prisustva.
Ne oklevaj
Na raskrsnicama života
Ima i dalje puta
Ne pristaj
Ponad sunca
Da te što manje biva.
Za novi nauk
Za novi prelaz
I za onu stranu
Sine čovečiji!
Neka se još za tobom
Vatra pesme praši.
New Knowledge
For
an outing
do
not look (anymore) for support
straighten
the bridge
of
the eternal presence.
Do
not linger
on
the crossroads of life
there
are more roads left
under
the sun
do
not accept
to
shrink.
For
the new knowledge
for
the new crossing
for
the other side
Son
of the Man!
After
you, may
the
flame of a poem leave trace.
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