Saša Milivojev

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev

Saša Milivojev

GOLDEN TWINE

A Spirit

A wandering soul

A wrathful squall

In the fire levin‘s blasting

Ice within the chest is crackling.

Everything to me is hindrance

You are not within my distance

We are bound by golden twine.

Step down from the blazing sun

The child loves you but it stammers

Because this un-beating heart

Cannot fasten

Gelid gates of inky Hades.

I shall lay myself to rest

Hold acquittal and solace

In this hour evil, bleak,

When you didn’t hear me speak.

Saša Milivojev

Translated by

Ljubica Yentl Tinska

SAŠA MILIVOJEV