Sunday, November 3, 2019

TOYS, DREAMS ~







Toys, Dreams



Tonight my mother was born



her infant cry

filled our house

at the outskirts



bathed and so clean

I wrapped her

                        in a diaper

and laid her in a crib



from the corner I brought

toys

         blew twice

into a small plastic trumpet



Made the black wooden horse rock



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Novica Tadic
Night Mail: Selected Poems
translated by Charles Simic
Oberlin College Press









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