Emilija Vasiljević
Translated
by Alex Arsich Pula-Croatia
OPSJENA/ILLUSION
Krećem najbližoj rijeci
neka me s
konopljama
polože.
Tkalje
bjeloruke
u košulju tvoju
utkaju.
Sjena svoje
sjene
postajem.
Neka mi
mladići ne grljeni
snove pohode.
Rumenilo na
obrazima
ponovo neka
cvate.
Poreći ću nas.
Ni trepnuti
neću-
Neka mi
uskrate
I cvijet i
svijet.
Zatajit ću i sebe
… samo da tebe zaboravim.
© Emma Emilija Vasiljevic Pula-Croatia
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ILLUSION
I’m headed
to the nearest river
let them lay
me down
with the
hemp
White-handed
weavers
weave it
into your
shirt.
I become
A shadow of
my shadow.
Let unhugged
young men
visit my
dreams.
Let the
flush on my cheeks
bloom once
again.
I will
recant us.
I won’t even
blink-
Let them
deny me
Both the
flower and the world.
I will
supress myself as well
… just to forget you.
© Emma Emilija Vasiljević Pula-Croatia
Translated
by Alex Arsich Pula-Croatia
