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
