SATRVENO

Vetru je rekla kiša,
“Ti navali a ja zapljuštaću jako”.
Cvetna leha posle tog juriša,
Osta s cvećem klečeći tako.
Satrveno jeste – al’ smrt ga ne ošiša.
I sam znam kakav je to pak’o.

(Prevela Magda Jovanović)

ROBERT FROST

Lodged

The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.
They so smote the garden bed
That flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged – though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.

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