Novica Tadić

1949-2011 / Belgrade / Serbia

Night Passes

Poor us, we are all kings
when we gaze at the starry sky.

2.
The noise of the crowd grows faint
on the town square and in our blood.

3.
The voice will re-enter the angel's trumpet.
Once again hell will rise on its feet.

Translated from the Serbian by Charles Simic
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