Poetry
Summer 2004
Burning
From the Croatian. Blood drains down the western sky and from burst pomegranates in the garden But evening hails from the east with a blue face and the west pales, […]
Poetry
Summer 2004
Seducer
From the Croatian. Afterward kneeling between the scattered pillows you think of death O child! I will not hush you into forgetting with new kisses I allow tears to […]
Poetry
Summer 2004
Death and I
From the Croatian. Death is not outside of me. She is in me from the very beginning: growing with me at every moment One day I halt but she […]