Conversation (1) Poem by Novica Tadić

Conversation (1)



A two-legged bag
stops me on the street
and asks me
what I'm carrying
in bags
under my arm
carrying carrying carrying

Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Dead Nightingale
Dead Hen

Translated from the Serbian by Charles Simic

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Novica Tadić

Novica Tadić

Belgrade / Serbia
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