Novica Tadić

1949-2011 / Belgrade / Serbia

Night Sonnet

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

Translated by Charles Simic
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