Your daughter’s name will be Salome
she’ll have dark eyes
dis­con­so­late like hunger
a lizard-skin wed­ding dress
and a lock of your lover’s hair
she’ll be psy­chic
she’ll choose death on a plane
from Oslo to Kan­da­har
your son will be called Sebas­t­ian
in love with his sis­ter
he’ll dis­cov­er the mag­ic moun­tain
the cra­dle & the kalei­do­scope
Salome’s secret diary
he will print as
the new Bible
he’ll push your wheel­chair
in the gold­en twi­light of the sana­to­ri­um
you won’t take the black silks off until
the end of your life
and the wind will be
your
sole com­pan­ion
sole comfort

 

[Trans­lat­ed from Ser­bian to Eng­lish by Ana Božićević]

 

Dream No 33 

 

Tvo­ja ćer­ka zvaće se Salo­ma
imaće crne oči
neutešne kao glad
venčan­icu od gušterove kože
pra­men kose tvog ljubavni­ka
biće vidovi­ta
izabraće smrt u avionu
na  lin­i­ji
Oslo-Kan­da­har
tvoj sin zvaće se Sebasti­jan
biće zaljubljen u svo­ju
ses­tru
pron­aći će čarob­ni breg
kolevku i kalei­doskop
tajni Salomin dnevnik
štam­paće kao
novu Bib­li­ju
guraće te u kolici­ma
u zlat­ni sum­rak
sana­tori­ju­ma
crnu svilu nećeš ski­dati
do kra­ja živ­ota
i vetar biće
tvo­je
jedi­no društ­vo
jed­i­na uteha

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