Night Birds/Nocne Ptice Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Night birds are putting their wings aside
Into the little boxes of gold
Bizarrely hopping between the lines
Pecking the dust for it is no time of flight

Poppy flowers are dropping their buds unto soil
Like a balm on the root wound
Silently sobbing underground

Words are leafing through the sound of footsteps

The coat of one love is slowly being buttoned

With worn seams one dress is tearing apart
At the place where the darkness has halted a tango

It was time for the morning to break out


Noćne ptice
Noćne ptice odlažu krila u sandučiće od zlata
Bizarno sakuću između redova
Kljucaju prašinu jer više nije vrijeme za let

Cvjetovi maka spuštaju lati na tlo
Kao melem na ranu korjena
Što ispod tla nečujno jeca

Riječi listaju zvuk koraka

Kaput jedne ljubavi polako se zakopčava

Popucalih šavova odšiva se jedna haljina
Na mjestu gdje je tmina zaustavila tango

Bilo je vrijeme svanuća