Ivan Dobnik - Vilenica

178 · Vladimir Levčev
Packing
This is a cardboard box.
It is labeled 5: 47 p.m.
Inside, there is a sunset above a forest:
an Easter egg
in green paper.
There is also wind.
In a couple of dozen boxes
I have gathered my life.
Soon I’ll be moving,
but I don’t know where.
And I don’t know what I’ll be allowed
to take.
Dundee Reflected in the Tay River
The rhythm of a train on the iron bridge over the firth,
a siren echoes from star to star.
The town’s lights are meteors frozen down
in the deep water’s transparent dark.
White curtains wave high over the stage:
a stone frontage, a clock, and rainfall.
Steps through brown vapors: alone on the pavement
a man reflects in a woman his soul …
A man reflects in a woman his soul …
Steps through brown vapors sound on the pavement.
A stone frontage, a clock, and rainfall:
white curtains wave high over the stage.
In the deep water’s transparent dark
the town’s lights are meteors frozen down.
A siren echoes from star to star,
the rhythm of a train on the iron bridge over the firth …