Sunday, November 3, 2019


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


         blew twice

into a small plastic trumpet

Made the black wooden horse rock


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