Poems

Sofija Živković

translation by : Fahdredin Shehu

 

GUNDULICEV VENAC STREET

 

I see the façade of the building that belongs there,

Beyond border,

As in that street another time is worth and

There’s no cold as here where I am;

While I burn a cigarette, Kent, on terrace there’s a snow, sowed pine tree

And the butt with the lipstick imprint; I love

The smell of tobacco while it mixes with the sound

Of cigarette afterburning, and after all – after some memories

And a nicotine taste, ashes remain, which I casually shake

On terrace, I throw the butt and

I lock the room door.

I count that langsyne

That impossible

That lancinating absence on snows,

Here near the Die lange Gasse; and when I wake up tomorrow,

And the air freshened by the frozen river, again I’m going to go,

There beyond the border.

Yet this sole cigarette, this time - only.

 

BROKEN JEWELRY

 

Let’s open a jeweler shop

That has only the broken jewelry

With broken pitchers and vases

Noggins and jewelry again

On what did this recalls you?

 Someone was touching another

With jewelry in fingers

Around the neck and in a heart

With brooch in the heart

As you did to me

Sometimes Always

Timelessly

Out of any expectation

Yet in a long waiting

 

poet from Serbia

 

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