Žudnjom me raspori
uzduž samilosnih telesno-spekulacija
Grotesknom igrom postojanja
zarazi nejaka umrtvljenja
Suzom iščupanog u-postanja
polomi naprsla nestajanja
Suicidom okačenim o trebanje
Things seem to die,
but die not.
The spring showers
Die on the bosom of the motherly Earth,
But rise again in fruits and leaves and flowers:
And every death is nothing but a birth.
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