from “Relocated stone”

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from “Relocated stone”

Shadows pass us by
When someone goes away everything that’s been done comes back
Flying
Many things happened
Clock hands
Return
Someone’s voice

For Marjan K.

In the embrace on the corner you will recognize
someone’s going away somewhere. It’s always so.
I live between two truths
like a neon light trembling in
an empty hall. My heart collects
more and more people, since they’re not here anymore.
It’s always so. One fourth of our waking hours
is spent in blinking. We forget
things even before we lose them –
the calligraphy notebook, for instance.
Nothing’s ever new. The bus
seat is always warm.
Last words are carried over
like oblique buckets to an ordinary summer fire.
The same will happen all over again tomorrow—
the face, before it vanishes from the photo,
will lose the wrinkles. When someone goes away
everything that’s been done comes back.

Translated by: Magdalena Horvat

2018-08-21T17:23:08+00:00 June 19th, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 54|0 Comments