Poem
Borben Vladović
Marked Date on the Calendar
Although it is my table calendarI do not remember marking any date.
But I will not investigate
who did it because
many are annulling my days.
My household stargazer told me:
that marked number
presents an important date concerning the position
of colliding space bodies
but not at your expense.
But, it is my table, I said,
my calendar, my biro
that left the trail
and now its colour is pale
just like my lips below zero
in the polar light
in the full gallop of white horses
© Translation: 2004, Miloš Đurđević
Zaokruženi datum u kalendaru
Zaokruženi datum u kalendaru
Iako je to moj stolni kalendarne znam da sam zaokružio neki datum
Ali neću istraživati
tko je to učinio jer
mnogi poništavaju moje dane
kaže mi ukućanin-zvjezdoznanac:
taj zaokruženi broj
je važan datum u položajima
svemirskih tijela koja se
sukobljavaju ali ne na tvoju štetu
No, ovo je moj stol, kažem,
moj kalendar, moja kemijska
što je ostavila traga
i evo sada njena boja blijedi
kao i moje usne ispod ništice
na polarnom svjetlu
u punom trku bijelih konja
© 2000, Borben Vladović
From: Lirika
Publisher: Naklada Ljevak, Zagreb
From: Lirika
Publisher: Naklada Ljevak, Zagreb
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Marked Date on the Calendar
Although it is my table calendarI do not remember marking any date.
But I will not investigate
who did it because
many are annulling my days.
My household stargazer told me:
that marked number
presents an important date concerning the position
of colliding space bodies
but not at your expense.
But, it is my table, I said,
my calendar, my biro
that left the trail
and now its colour is pale
just like my lips below zero
in the polar light
in the full gallop of white horses
© 2004, Miloš Đurđević
From: Lirika
From: Lirika
Marked Date on the Calendar
Although it is my table calendarI do not remember marking any date.
But I will not investigate
who did it because
many are annulling my days.
My household stargazer told me:
that marked number
presents an important date concerning the position
of colliding space bodies
but not at your expense.
But, it is my table, I said,
my calendar, my biro
that left the trail
and now its colour is pale
just like my lips below zero
in the polar light
in the full gallop of white horses
© 2004, Miloš Đurđević
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