Return

Return

 

You do not feel

My return and my closeness

 

In the night when the silent moon is whispering in your ear

Please know:

It is not the moonlight moving around your house

It is me wandering the blue trails in your garden

 

When walking down the road through the dead light of the noon

You pause

Startled by the scream of a strange bird

Please know:

It is the cry of my heart from the near shores.

 

And when through the twilight you see a dark shadow moving

Beyond the still dark waters

Please know

I walk upright and solemn

As if at your side

 

Antun Branko Šimić, Croatian poet, (1898-1925)

translated by me

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