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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