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)

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