At The Twilight/U Suton Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

...And that at the twilight of speech
It was the silent word that knows
The miracle of life is fed on bread crumbs
In an empty space in the thinner air
Breathed in between the two
Carefully schedulled agendas minutes, hours
And the rest of the time created for death

...And that at the twilight of thinking
It was the thought that knows
What is not the icon of the eternal is by eternity not conceived
Like the time that has the teeth bigger than the head
Biting its own tail

...And that at the twilight of each will
The spirit beyond the water levitates
Wishing the utmost the most distant
Marked by the limit of human effort
Divinity it wants
To melt within


...I da u suton govora
To bješe tiha riječ što zna
Da čudo se života hrani okrajcima hljeba
U praznom prostoru međ vazduhom rijeđim
Udahnutom između dva
Brižljivo sastavljena rasporeda minuta, sati
I preostalog vremena što za smrt je stvoreno

...I da u sutonu mišljenja
To bješe misao što zna
Da što nije slika vječnog za vječnost nepojamno je
Kao vrijeme samo što zubima većim od glave
Grize sopstveni rep


...I da u sutonu svakog htijenja
Duh što ponad vode lebdi
Hoće najviše najdalje
Do tačke krajnje ljudskog pregnuća
Božansko hoće
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