You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hand,
Now you will come out of a confusion of people,
Out of a turmoil of speech about you.
I who have seen you amid the primal things
Was angry when they spoke your name
IN ordinary places.
I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind,
And that the world could dry as a dead leaf,
Or as a dandelion see-pod and be swept away,
So that I might find you again,
Alone.
undefinedTi ušla si iz noći
Sa cvećem u ruci,
A sada ćeš izaći iz dar-mara ljudi,
Iz pometnje govora o tebi.
Ja koji te videh usred prvobitnih vješči
Bio bih besan kada bi govorili tvoje ime
Na prosečnim mestima.
Hteo bih da mi hladni talasi poplave misli,
A svet neka se osuši kao mrtav list,
Ili kao maslačkova krljušt i bude pometen,
Kako opet mogao ja bih te naći,
Sam(u).
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Post je objavljen 01.06.2009. u 00:57 sati.