Poem
Hrvoje Pejakovic
A POEM FOR GOODBYE
A handy deserted island with a unique folklore, something like a soul withwindowpanes pasted by whitewash that solidifies with years. If you want you
can call by the name ‘solitude’ this pair of suits of armor dragging us
slowly but definitely into the mud without name and without a single
sparkle. (Not enough common memories, you say, as if there could have ever
been more). And all those jokes that we still have to tell in the meantime,
all those coffees that we are going to drink together …
© Translation: 2003, Sibila Petlevski
PJESMA ZA ZBOGOM
PJESMA ZA ZBOGOM
Prirucni pusti otok s neponovljivim folklorom, nesto kao dusa na cijim se oknimaskrutnjuje vapno godina. Ako hoces zovi samocom ovaj par zahrdjalih oklopa sto
nas pouzdano odvlace u mulj bez imena i iskre. (Premalo zajednickih uspomena, kazes, kao
da ikad moglo bi ih biti vise). A onda i vicevi koje treba ispricati u medjuvremenu, sve
kave sto cemo ih jos popiti skupa ...
© 1987, Hrvoje Pejakovic
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A POEM FOR GOODBYE
A handy deserted island with a unique folklore, something like a soul withwindowpanes pasted by whitewash that solidifies with years. If you want you
can call by the name ‘solitude’ this pair of suits of armor dragging us
slowly but definitely into the mud without name and without a single
sparkle. (Not enough common memories, you say, as if there could have ever
been more). And all those jokes that we still have to tell in the meantime,
all those coffees that we are going to drink together …
© 2003, Sibila Petlevski
A POEM FOR GOODBYE
A handy deserted island with a unique folklore, something like a soul withwindowpanes pasted by whitewash that solidifies with years. If you want you
can call by the name ‘solitude’ this pair of suits of armor dragging us
slowly but definitely into the mud without name and without a single
sparkle. (Not enough common memories, you say, as if there could have ever
been more). And all those jokes that we still have to tell in the meantime,
all those coffees that we are going to drink together …
© 2003, Sibila Petlevski
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