SIBIRSKO CVIJEĆE
Sibirsko cvijeće je ružičasto
kao ćerkin vjenčić
blijedi kućni haljetak
navučen preko prozora
što je opet neproziran
Posvuda je krv
ocijeđena od svoje boje krvi
A lice ljubavi nije ništa
osim bjeline zime
što prekriva brdo
bor i jelu
košutu i rog
Sve je razasuto
Pa ipak čeznemo za
Dva tamna oka
Jednom spuštenom glavom
Jednom palom krunom
(Prevela Magda Jovanović)
Siberian Flowers
Patti Smith
Siberian flowers are pink
as a daughter’s circlet
a pale dressing gown
dragged across a window
not seen through again
There is blood everywhere
drained of its blood color
And the face of love is nothing
but the whiteness of winter
blanketing the hill
the fir and the pine
the fawn and the horn
Everything is blown
And yet we long
Two dark eyes
One head bowed
One fallen crown