JABUKA

Ja vidim zrnca sunca
Pretocena u njenu koru.

Sva se ljupkost skupila
U luku njenog rumenila.
Tisina dalekog gorja
Kroz peteljku usla.

Kao da je sad dotrcala
U ruke, knjige...
Pohotno se ko ljubavnica nudi,
Dok lezi na tanjiru.

Tajnim kljucevima otvara usta
I sitni pijesak sunca prosipa.

THE APPLE
(JABUKA)


I see granules of sunlight
Blend into her skin.

All her appeal amassed
In the arc of her reddish glow.
The silence of distant mountains
Creeps into her through the stem.

It’s as if she has just come running
Into one’s hands, books . . .
She offers herself with lust, like a mistress
As she lies there on the plate.

Her mouth opens with secret keys
And she sheds her fine granules of sunlight.

CRVENA JABUKA


Ne pada daleko od stabla, ne leti
Od matere, od oca nevidljivog.

Vrh drveta primijetim, ponekad,
Kako se s vecernjacom ljubi krisom
I njenu svjetlost u svoj sok pretapa.

Jedva cekam jesen pa da je otkinem
I njenu slast u ustima osjetim.

Zdrava ne silazi lako, ne dosadi
Joj list pozutio i pogled u daljinu
Ne zeli u mojoj sobi ukras da bude.


THE RED APPLE
(CRVENA JABUKA)

Never falls far from the tree, does not flee
From her mother, from the invisible father.

I sometimes notice the top of the tree
Secretly kissing with the evening star
Blending her juices with starlight.

I can hardly wait for autumn to pick her
And taste her sweetness in my mouth.

She will not come down easily while hardy,
Yellow leaf and distant vista do not bore her
She does not want to be an adornment in my room.