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Birthplace
Dream of a summer day.
Limitless cicadas
trilled and quivered.
Wind from the north
whipped crumpled leaves
through a line of trees.
Sun fell between elms
in strips of dust:
From the sky, two clouds
hung threadbare:
white brushed
across wide blue air.
Tamarisk shrubs,
pomegranate trees, the far
throb of a threshing machine
and the silvery swell
of the evening call to prayer. . .
Where was I? The bell
for the prayer said where,
in tears, while a dog
bayed at a stranger
who walked by, head bowed.
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Giovanni Pascoli
Selected Poems
translated by Taije Silverman with
Marina Della Putta Johnston
Princeton 2019
Tell me you don't have the outdoors circulating through you
Book Burning
We are out of wood to heat the house,
and still the weather is cold.
I did something that did not make me happy.
My first book of poems,
ON BOTH SIDES OF THE SKIN,
yes, we brought the copies up from the cellar,
took them out of the packages they're wrapped in,
and threw them in the yellow tile stove
and the black metal one. I'm burning books
I wrote a long time ago and doing so remember
other burnings, the many cruel ones in history,
and especially the ones in the twentieth century.
To my books I add literary magazines.
Listen, people, it's just my books I'm burning!
From the paper covered with words many ashes remain.
The stove heats up from the pages in flames.
We feel warmer and perhaps closer to spring,
the sun shining, balmy weather, clear skies.
Perhaps, we'll be forgiven for this fire
by the stern judges whose forgiveness we seek?
Nevertheless, I ask myself, is there an excuse for this.
Will my conscience bother me because of what I've done?
Should one sacrifice in everything for higher things?
Perhaps, friends, freezing in a cold house
is not something one should resist in this way
and burn books, words, sentences, white paper
and get from them black and gray ashes and a little warmth.
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Milan Djordjevic
Oranges and Snow
translated from the Serbian
by Charles Simic
Princeton, 2010
When I really need to dig in, I go eastern european —
it's on the way to Asia from where I live
