With Each Quiver Of The Heart Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

The space of silence
Word limited cage for an inch
The limits I push
Away from my own limits

Born a poetess
I knew nothing
A cunning stealer of whispers
I did not choose
I swear with the silence
In thousands of languages pronounced
In thousands of languages translated
In thousands of languages silent

Sa svakim treptajem srca
Prostor tišine
Riječ ju omeđ en kavez za pedalj
Granice guram
Daleko od svoje omeđ enosti

Ko pjesnikinja rođ ena
Prevejana kradljivica šapata
Birala nisam
Kunem se tišinom
Na hiljadama jezika izgovorenom
Na hiljadama jezika prevodjenom
Na hiljadama jezik preć utanom