To Whom The Day To Whom The Night-Kome Noc Kome Dan Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

To whom the day to whom the night
bites off the piece of the sky
the bite of the blue is known
like a piece of bread to eyes

the dark's been stolen from little strength
and has weaved the mercy into nightingales
like a faded poppy in your green memory
has bones-like stared into the owls

kome noć kome dan
pregrize komad neba
ujed plavod mu znan
očima komad mu hljeba

s male snage ukradeni mrak
u slavuje ti utka milosti
u zelenom ti sjećanju uveo mak
u sove razrogači kosti