Poem
Milko Valent
1. Summer Exercise for a Bird
seven is the number of heavy love.a perfect neuro-neuro.
a soft silk sun without irony.
hard weaving whenever you like.
you are the spring, the eternal jazz.
meaning you have healthy ovaries.
they always bloom, budding all year.
listen to the sea, you don’t see its end.
on your terrace the sky is a raspberry,
a light red dawn.
it explodes in your eye and becomes one with you.
the port is near. come to the pier,
push the dinghy, say a prayer by the open sea.
bless the gulls in your mind.
be on good terms with yourself.
don’t be on the move
for the institution of fallen angles.
fly like a whore and a saint.
together you are stronger, firm like a tear.
remember the bird from the postcard.
it wanted to fly across the bar
when the blue targets were falling:
your July auto-goals
© Translation: 2004, Miloš Đurđević
1. Ljetna vježba za pticu
1. Ljetna vježba za pticu
sedam je broj teške ljubavi.savršeni neuro-neuro.
meka svila sunca bez ironije.
čvrsto tkanje kad god hoćeš.
ti si proljeće, vječni jazz.
to znači da imaš zdrave jajnike.
uvijek cvatu, pupaju cijelu godinu.
slušaj more. ne vidiš mu kraja.
na tvojoj terasi nebo je malina,
svijetlocrvena zora.
puca te u oči i s tobom se spaja.
luka je blizu. dođi na molić,
odgurni brodić, pomoli se blizu pučine.
posveti galebove u mozgu.
budi u dobrim odnosima sa sobom.
nemoj biti u pokretu
za instituciju palih anđela.
poleti kao kurva i svetac.
zajedno ste jači, čvrsti kao suza.
sjeti se ptice s razglednice.
htjela je letjeti po šanku
kada si padali plavi ciljevi:
tvoji srpanjski autogolovi
© 2001, Milko Valent
From: Jazz: afrička vuna
Publisher: Naklada MD, Zagreb
From: Jazz: afrička vuna
Publisher: Naklada MD, Zagreb
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1. Summer Exercise for a Bird
seven is the number of heavy love.a perfect neuro-neuro.
a soft silk sun without irony.
hard weaving whenever you like.
you are the spring, the eternal jazz.
meaning you have healthy ovaries.
they always bloom, budding all year.
listen to the sea, you don’t see its end.
on your terrace the sky is a raspberry,
a light red dawn.
it explodes in your eye and becomes one with you.
the port is near. come to the pier,
push the dinghy, say a prayer by the open sea.
bless the gulls in your mind.
be on good terms with yourself.
don’t be on the move
for the institution of fallen angles.
fly like a whore and a saint.
together you are stronger, firm like a tear.
remember the bird from the postcard.
it wanted to fly across the bar
when the blue targets were falling:
your July auto-goals
© 2004, Miloš Đurđević
From: Jazz: afrička vuna
From: Jazz: afrička vuna
1. Summer Exercise for a Bird
seven is the number of heavy love.a perfect neuro-neuro.
a soft silk sun without irony.
hard weaving whenever you like.
you are the spring, the eternal jazz.
meaning you have healthy ovaries.
they always bloom, budding all year.
listen to the sea, you don’t see its end.
on your terrace the sky is a raspberry,
a light red dawn.
it explodes in your eye and becomes one with you.
the port is near. come to the pier,
push the dinghy, say a prayer by the open sea.
bless the gulls in your mind.
be on good terms with yourself.
don’t be on the move
for the institution of fallen angles.
fly like a whore and a saint.
together you are stronger, firm like a tear.
remember the bird from the postcard.
it wanted to fly across the bar
when the blue targets were falling:
your July auto-goals
© 2004, Miloš Đurđević
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