Mnemosina Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

I wonder at the time
of autumn what is it
the twilight is doing in your hair and
within the eyes broken into
the sight like an earthen bed
I spread the branches and the the word
made of fog for a rootless thirst
that there you are all around that
from the mountains you are coming down with
an echo to awake reverberations fading
between the sky and earth
while reality too mean beyond
all pervading riches just
a hint of a key translated into a dream
death like you sleep beyond all
eternities vigils you hold



s jeseni pitam se
šta sumrak radi u tvojoj kosi
i očima ispucalim u vid
ko postelju zemljanu prostirem granje
i maglenu riječ za žeđ bez korjena
da ima te svud da s planine silaziš
s ehom da probudiš odjek što se gasi
između zemlje i neba
dok škrtari stvarnost nad blagom svakolikim
tek slutnjom kluča prevedena u san
smrtno nad besmrtnim spavaš
i u ćutanju nad samom sobom bdiš