Notturno by Tin Ujević
[translated by Davor Juričić in 2012]
My forehead glows tonite,
Tonite my eyelids tears rhyme,
For my thoughts saw a pretty sight:
I'll die tonite of all that's sublime.
Tonite my eyelids tears rhyme,
For my thoughts saw a pretty sight:
I'll die tonite of all that's sublime.
Within us the soul has no rest,
It is a lantern deep down sown;
We cry quietly as we know best,
And we die - we die alone.
It is a lantern deep down sown;
We cry quietly as we know best,
And we die - we die alone.
Notturno by Matoš, here.
My own Notturno (2005):
through clamour of streets filled with machines
through shrieks of madmen, the full midnight bill
i walk and blink -
and prefer to be still
the time is not right
to say anything light
so what if it is a pose
at least i make little noise
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