Poem
Miroslav Mićanović
WIND ROSE
you’re so boring,all your life you describe a few
scenes you couldn’t understand,
and the wind circles around Dugave,
don’t you understand
those bushy elders under the benches
during the night were gathered and
stacked in glass pots,
they shout North, North to the wind
and we are history now
to the children from the province
© Translation: 2014, Miloš Djurdjević
Dugave is a quarter in the South part of Zagreb
RUŽA VJETROVA
RUŽA VJETROVA
tako si dosadan,ti čitav život opisuješ nekoliko
prizora koje nisi razumio,
dok je vjetar okrugio dugave,
zar ne razumiješ
oni grmoliki starci ispod klupa
po noći su skupljeni i
spremljeni u staklene lonce,
vjetru viču sjever, sjever
i djeci iz provincije
mi smo sada povijest
© 1998, Miroslav Mićanović
From: Zib
Publisher: Meandar, Zagreb
From: Zib
Publisher: Meandar, Zagreb
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WIND ROSE
you’re so boring,all your life you describe a few
scenes you couldn’t understand,
and the wind circles around Dugave,
don’t you understand
those bushy elders under the benches
during the night were gathered and
stacked in glass pots,
they shout North, North to the wind
and we are history now
to the children from the province
© 2014, Miloš Djurdjević
From: Zib
From: Zib
WIND ROSE
you’re so boring,all your life you describe a few
scenes you couldn’t understand,
and the wind circles around Dugave,
don’t you understand
those bushy elders under the benches
during the night were gathered and
stacked in glass pots,
they shout North, North to the wind
and we are history now
to the children from the province
© 2014, Miloš Djurdjević
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