Poetry: Night Sonnet by Jovica Tadic, translated by Charles Simic

by Milos Itic on February 25, 2011

Great wise night
Under the city walls
You pull me out of
The monster’s socket

Lead me crazed
Out on the empty square
So I may walk again
Around myself

And see once more
That I’m still
A living creature

Son of thunder and smoke
The lost son
The solitary, generously salted -Nobody

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