Poèmes

The Apple. The Sun

par Djordje Brujic

It has been quite long since fire became
a flaming commercial word:
A name for a fate, for a man, for silhouettes,
for an apple,
for the sun.

We sustain ourselves on imposed past
and vary one and the same image,

one and the same experience

Expirience of a colour, of a dream, of depth...
of a Night;

Expirience of one night,
of one self,
of warmth.

(Translated by Stela Kovac)

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