Sve je u tom trenu bila čarolija sunca
makar se ono zateklo na samom zalasku
iznad pozlaćenih vrhova Vancouver Islanda
u prividu izdisaja
S purpurnih visina ruke svemogućja
prosipahu žute cekine
po pješčanim prostorima Long Beacha
i razlivenim valovljem Pacifika
Izdužene sjene usamljenih zaljubljenik
bijahu svjedocima prisustva praiskona
i neugasle Božje svjetlosti
u začuđenim zjenicama
I dok je sav taj rasprsnuti purpur
silinom svog treperenja
ispunjao dubine mojih vena
prisjetih se plime ushićenja
i oseke ravnodušnosti
u zelenom moru mog Žirja.
(Vancouver, 20. 3. 1989.)
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THE SPATTERED CRIMSON OF THE
SETTING SUN
At that moment it was all the magic of the sun
although it was found but at the sunset
above the gilded peaks of Vancouver Island
in illusion of exhalation
From scarlet heights the hands of omnipotence
scattered yellow sequins
along the sandy spaces of Long Beach
and the flooded waves of the Pacific
Elongated shadows of lonely lovers
were witness to primordial presence
and the unquenched light divine
on wondering retinas
And while this whole spattered scarlet
filled with the force of its vibration
the profound places of my veins
I recalled the tides of exaltation
and ebbs of indifference
in the green sea of my Žirje.
(Vancouver, March 20, 1989)
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