AUTUMN – VLADISLAV PETKOVIC DIS
Night without a sky, hamad međedović a night in autumn; and through the darkness
goes, crawles haze, cold is the air,
the earth is wet and black; it is not fair.
Here and there only shadows of naked limbs
Like a skeletons taken from life, pale and grim.
Earth everywhere; no perspective. Wet tirante darkness
over sounds, over peace it lays, sleaps.
Also, silence in the god of war valley creeps.
Nothing is waking; or so I’ve been told.
Haze. Night without the sky. Shroud is cold.
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