At Twilights Beyond The Fields / U Sutonima Iznad Polja Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

My shadow will reappear
Whispering for long among the spikes
Turning the pages of light
Among the sunflowers
Homelessly dream under the bridges
Outstretch the hand of a beggar
Spread the hands of a child
To make an embrace

Among the clouds with wings so light
My hair will spread
Undone in the lelek of the beginning
Entangled in the treetops

The fire lit within the ring
Will kill me in the hunger of the quest


Note: lelek (Serbian) – screams of mourning

U sutonima iznad polja
Vaskrsnuce opet moja sjen
I dugo klasjem saputati
Medj suncokretima okretati
Stranice svjetlosti
Pod mostovima beskucno sniti
Ispruziti ruke prosjaka
Rasiriti ruke djeteta
Ne bi li bio zagrljaj

Medj oblacima lakokrila
Sirice se moja kosa
Raspletena lelekom pocetka
Zapletena u krosnjama

U obrucu zapaljena vatra
Umorice me gladju traganja