A calm summer afternoon/watercolour

Park je bio pust. To gorelo je kasno leto
U pesku među travom gde gušter se u žuto sakriva.
Utrčah među klupe i prazno se okretoh –
Bile su gole kao paluba bez mornara što pliva
U svoj svršetak. Okolo je bilo žuto kao tamjan i kao malo sveto.

The park was deserted. It was burning in late summer
In the sand among the grass where the lizard hides in yellow.
I ran between the benches and turned around blankly -
They were as bare as a deck without a sailor afloat
To its end. The surroundings were yellow like incense and like a little holy.

Sedi na klupu. Već sediš sa senkom svojom izlomljenom
Od kosog sunca. To je tvoja crkva ta kutija od samoće...

Sit on the bench. You are already sitting with your shadow broken
From the slanting sun. It's your church that box of loneliness.

U svakom džepu koju nosiš. Izvadi to taj dom
Tu kućicu od puža. Razgrni kreč kao što otvaraš voće
Sam si. Nije to ni tužno ni glupo. I daleko je o brodolom...

In every pocket you carry. Take that home out
That snail house. Open the lime as you open the fruit
You are alone. It's neither sad nor stupid. And it's far from shipwrecked...

I park je bio pust. To gorelo je kasno leto
U čelu. Klupe su bile prazne kao leđa nosača
Nezaposlenih. Ustao sam i senku šuplju okretoh....

And the park was deserted. It was burning in late summer
In the head. The pews were as empty as the porters' backs
The unemployed. I stood up and turned the shadow hollow...

U daljini se topio trouglast lim kao vrh mača.
Veče se kao rana otvaralo. Okolo je bilo malo sveto.

In the distance, a triangular sheet of metal melted like the tip of a sword.
The evening opened like a wound. It was a bit sacred around.

Poetry by Stevan Raičković

Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.

Greetings from Anka vregolana!