Monday, August 24, 2015

Friday, July 17, 2015

Empire of Dreams Charles Simic




Empire of Dreams

by Charles Simic
On the first page of my dreambook
It’s always evening
In an occupied country.
Hour before the curfew.
A small provincial city.
The houses all dark.
The storefronts gutted.

I am on a street corner
Where I shouldn’t be.
Alone and coatless
I have gone out to look
For a black dog who answers to my whistle.
I have a kind of Halloween mask
Which I am afraid to put on.



Immigration  exile ......

Monday, October 20, 2014

To B. Breht from P.Celan







EIN BLATT, baumlos,
für Bertolt Brecht:
Was sind das für Zeiten,
wo ein Gespräch
beinah ein Verbrechen ist,
weil es soviel Gesagtes
mit einschließt?
Paul Celan


A leaf  treeless,
for Bertold Brecht:
What times are these
when a conversations is nearly a crime,
because it includes so much being spoken.


Vjecnost
Kora stabla noci ,nozevi rodeni iz hrdze
spasava ti imena ,vrijeme i srca 
Rijec koja spasavase kad smo je culi
zavlaci se pod lisce
rijecita bit ce jesen
rijecitija ruka sto je pokupi
svijeza kao mak zaborava usta koja se ljube.