Stranica iz dnevnika

                Nista necu da joj kazem
                jer necu.
                Ona je jedna neozbiljna
                najobicnija balavica.

                Mi stariji,
                mi iz osmog razreda,
                stavimo ruke u dzepove
                i zvizducemo kroz zube.

                Bas nas briga za te devojcice.

                Nista necu da joj kazem,
                jer necu.
                Ali ako pogleda nekog drugog,
                postacu najgori djak u skoli.

Tajna

Svako ima neku tajnu:
su-su-su...
neko lepu i beskrajnu,
neko tuznu ili smesnu,
neko zlu.

Neko svoju tajnu slaze.
Neko odmah mami kaze.
Neko svoju tajnu ne bi
ispricao ni u snu.
Neko sapne: samo tebi...
kao drugu - su-su-su...

Obicno su tajne glavne
izmisljene i ljubavne.

Al i druge kad se zbroje,
nase, vase, moje, tvoje,
leve, desne, cudne, sjajne,
sve jednako mnogo znace,
jer - inace
zasto bi se zvale tajne?

I ja imam jednu tajnu
vrlo vaznu, vrlo vrednu.
Nikom drugom - samo tebi
prisapnucu jutros nju.

Hodi blize: su-su-su...
Sutra rano... su-su-su...
Bas onamo... su-su-su...

Ali nikom to ne kazi.
Sam potrazi.
Su-su-su...

Pronaci ces vrlo lako
i videces da je tako.

THE SMALLEST POEM

This is the smallest poem.
It's smaller than the smallest toy.

There is a smile in it
and a letter for a boy.

If you know who wrote it--
I don't have to tell you any more.

If you don't know who wrote it--
you don't need to know any more.

Miroslav Antić
Translation: Dragana Konstantinović

NON-RETURNING POEM

When you start going to the world,  
never look back or go behind.  
"Won't" does not do--"will" is the word,  
the only right word you should find.  
I also run without return.  
I don't look back 'cause I am bold.  
Anyway, what means the old Sun?  
Well known old paths?  
The door-sill that's old?  
All these things you could cherish.  
For these things your heart could run pettish.  
But, if you ever do come back,  
I have to say:  
That's where you'll stay.  
And just stay.  

A boy runs to the world through his eye.  
His head fights all those evening pleas.  
He learns from a river how to fly  
towards the oceans, towards the seas.  
He learns from millions of sparkling stars  
to reach the sky, to gleam and shine.  
He learns from roads how to get scars  
and boldly go further to reach the divine.  

It is dangerous like a snake,  
it is dangerous like a shell  
if my beginning is awake,  
if it's always so good and well.  
And I would like to run wild.  
I hold my heart.  
I shut my eye.  
When I start going I won't look back  
because I'm eager to try to fly.  
I don't know where.  
I don't know why.  
I don't know what's hidden far behind.  
I know that here--  
as I cross a line,  
they try to smear,  
they try to bind  
all that I find.  

It is dangerous like lightning.  
It's dangerous like a shell  
if my beginning is fighting,  
if it's still so good and well.  
That is why I run away.  
That's why I run.  
That's why I seek.  
I make dawns out of the evening Sun.  
Let the life learn how to flow  
the very same way I have done.  
I'm miraculous in a way--  
when I start something, I'm not slow;  
when I start, I am eager and gay--  
my impatience  
and curiousity grow...  
I don't know what will bring a new day  
hidden in those fogs far away;  
but, if I easily get the golden glow,  
or if I have to go through the snow,  
I'll always go onward and only forward.  

I'll never, never, never go back.  

Miroslav Antic
Translation: Dragana Konstantinovic

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