Milanka Kuzmic

 

Milanka Kuzmic

 

I'm Keeping You

 

Sometime after midnight

when silence lowers its wings

above your bed,

on your toes I will walk into your dreams.

 

I'll put my head on my dormant chest

and whisper the most beautiful name,

I will keep you as a soldier

which protects its homeland from evil.

 

Before the morning with its whiteness

tears the curtain of the night,

I will disappear quietly,

but you will know

you mean I keep you awake every night.

 

ČUVAM TE

 

Negdje iza ponoći

kad tišina spusti svoja krila

iznad tvoje postelje,

na prstima ušetaću ti u snove.

 

Spustiću glavu na uspavane grudi

i šapnuti najljepše ime,

čuvaću te kao vojnik

što svoju domovinu od zla čuva.

 

Prije nego što jutro svojom bjelinom

pocijepa zavjesu noći,

nestaću tiho,

ali ti ćeš znati,

znaćeš da svake noći budno te čuvam.

 

 

You Don't Know

 

You don't know how painful sleepless nights are

sold out to homeless stars,

nor how heavy the tears of lead are woven,

which rest on the edge of the lashes.

 

You don't know how late the clock strikes

as they dance alone on the podium of despair,

 and you would only want the thoughts of a wanderer

to tie in the sides of sleep.

 

No, you don't know how hard it is

longing to hide torn memories

while you hold the spark of waiting in your palm,

ready to be for a moment of happiness

you give in for nothing.

 

So don't be the executioner of my unfulfilled dreams

it does not offer me the sun extinguished by drops of dew

stolen from a beggar's pocket,

your door can open a minute of remorse,

maybe then it will be too late to return from the edge of passion.

 

NE ZNAŠ TI

Ne znaš ti koliko bole besane noći

zvijezdama bezdomnicama rasprodate,

niti koliko su teške suze od olova tkane,

što počivaju na rubu trepavica.

 

Ne znaš ti kako bole kasni otkucaji sata

dok usamljeno plešu na podijumu beznađa,

 a ti bi želio samo misli lutalice

u bokore sna da vežeš.

 

Ne, ne znaš ti koliko je teško

čežnjom kriti pocijepane uspomene

dok na dlanu čuvaš iskru čekanja,

spreman da je za trenutak sreće

daš u bescijenje.

 

Zato ne budi dželat mojih nedosanjanih snova

ne nudi mi sunce ugašeno kapima rose

ukradenih prosjaku iz džepa,

tvoja vrata odškrinuti mogu minuti kajanja,

možda tada za povratak sa ivice strasti kasno bude.

 

 

 

A Crumb More

 

Another day cracked at the seams

at the end of anticipation, I sew into the book of life

and I know that the trace is lost in sobs

dying stars,

I know that when the night covers the day with its uniform,

I will be just one in a column of the same

who demanded a crumb more from life?

 

MRVICA VIŠE

Još jedan po šavovima popucao dan

koncem iščekivanja u knjigu života ušivam

a znam da trag se gubi u jecajima

umirućih zvijezda,

znam da kada noć odorom svojom zakrili dan,

biću samo jedna u koloni istih

koja od života tražila je mrvicu vise.

 

MILANKA KUZMIĆ

 

MILANKA KUZMIC. She was born in 1977 in Doboj, where she still lives. She also participated in the literary competition "Vidaković's Days of Culture Rudo 2017", where she won the first prize, and the third prize in the competition of native poetry. She won the second prize at the competition of the literary club "Jovan Dučić" Doboj "Serbian Golgotha of the XX century", the first prize in Italy, and in 2020 she won the first prize at the literary competition "LITERATOPY 2020" in Macedonia for prose work, the second prize for a poem at literary competition "Borislav Gavrić", awards for poetry in India and Syria. Last year, she published her first book, a collection of poetry, "Sorrow in a Drop of Dew".