Agnes Dorotea
We met
We met on this star which is called the Earth.
Our path through time at this moment (moment as bright as the mark)
stretches behind us distant, almost endless,
so we have forgotten where we started from.
Now we stand hand in hand, glance within a glance.
Through our arms, and eyes, our souls embraced.
When we again separate and go to our
secret paths through infinity,
on which star shall we meet again?
And will our souls shiver at meeting again
remembering that we were once people
who once loved on a star
which is called the Earth?
Antun Branko Šimić, Croatian poet
(1898 - 1925)
translated by me
This was taken 2 years ago from my balcony in Croatia. I guess this is my way of being"back home" even though I live in Norway now. I even sometimes dream of these sunsets.
We met
We met on this star which is called the Earth.
Our path through time at this moment (moment as bright as the mark)
stretches behind us distant, almost endless,
so we have forgotten where we started from.
Now we stand hand in hand, glance within a glance.
Through our arms, and eyes, our souls embraced.
When we again separate and go to our
secret paths through infinity,
on which star shall we meet again?
And will our souls shiver at meeting again
remembering that we were once people
who once loved on a star
which is called the Earth?
Antun Branko Šimić, Croatian poet
(1898 - 1925)
translated by me
This was taken 2 years ago from my balcony in Croatia. I guess this is my way of being"back home" even though I live in Norway now. I even sometimes dream of these sunsets.