VASKO POPA
Patka
Gega se prašinom
U kojoj se ne smeju ribe
U bokovima svojim nosi
Nemir voda
Nespretna
Gega se polako
Trska koja misli
Ionako će je stići
Nikada
Nikada neće umeti
Da hoda
Kao što je umela
Ogledala da ore
VASKO POPA
(1922 – 1991)
THE DUCK
Waddling through the dust
Where there are no fish laughing
In her hips she’s carrying
The restlessness of waters
Clunky
She’s waddling slowly
A reed thinking
Would overwhelm her anyway
Never
Ever will she be able
To walk
Like she could
Plough the mirrors
(Translated from the Serbian by Magda Jovanović)