To my dear Slavica and Duda.
Thank you for the beautiful poems!
SUTON
Ja te volim jednim žarom neveselim
I sumnjom u tugu i lepotu jada:
Sreća koju imam uniÅ¡tava sada
Beskonacnu drugu sreću koju želim.
Zaklanjaš mi sunce, a dala si sama
Sto očiju mome srcu, i sve pute
Duši, da bi ipak sva nestala u te,
Kao izgubleni zvuk u dolinama;
I sto volya kao belih jata k jugu,
Da sva na tvoy ostrv padnu očarana;
I sto vera da ti slede jednog dana,
Ko sto bele dece u litiju dugu.
Digla si sto mržnja, da stražare kao
Sto crnih jedrila, sva pred tvojom lukom;
I tako mom duhu prinela si rukom
Cvet tvog bića krupan, otrovan i zao.
I svom straÅ¡ću prve i poslednje žene,
VladaÅ¡ mojom duÅ¡om, svom i svagda - slična
Sudbi, tako i ti, silna, nepomična
Stojiš izmed mene i sveg oko mene -
Dok iz suhe stene bije nova voda,
I plavi cvetovi iz staroga panja,
I sijaju kao u sam dan postanja
Sva zvezdana kola sa veikog svoda!
Moju ljubav, taninu kao mrak i česti,
Ja ispunih mržnjom, kajanjem i strahom -
No žed za izdajstvom pretvori se mahom
Sva u novi zavet i slast ispovesti.
Tako gorko pada neko veče bledo
Na sve moje pute; bolno, po sve doba,
Duboko u meni dok ljubav i zloba
Kao dva angela poju naporedo.
Jovan Dučić
TWILIGHT
I love you with a melancholy ardor
And with doubt in the beauty and gloom of sorrow:
The present happiness is destroying
The infinite other happiness I crave.
For me you erase sunshine, though you did give
A hundred eyes to my heart, and opened
New roads to my soul, but you had them all merge
In you, like sounds that fade into a valley!
A hundred desires resembling white flocks
Headed south, only to land bewitched on your isle;
A hundred religions to trail one day behind you
Like a hundred white-clad children in procession.
You raised a hundred hatreds to stand guard
Like a hundred black sails at the entrance to your port;
Thus, to my soul you extended your hand
With the huge poisoned blossom of your being.
With all the passion of the first and last woman
You rule my soul, entire, forever - like
Fate, you too, reign omnipotent, immobile.
You stand between me and all that is around -
While from dried up rocks spring new waters,
And blue flowers blossom from an old stump,
And sparkle as on the day of their birth
All galaxies from a boundless sky!
My love, like the shadows in a thicket,
I filled with hatred, remorse and fear -
But my thirst for treason changed in a flash
Into new oats and the delights of confession.
Thus falls bittely, a curtain faded twilight
Befogging my road; painfully and forever,
While deep in me, love and envious malice
Sing together like two angels in a choir.
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