This poem is taken from PN Review 141, Volume 28 Number 1, September - October 2001.
Ten More DestinationsTin Ujevic (1891-1955). Croatia
green branch with a sadness of yellow fruit
In some old Split park
I daydream softly, my soul asleep:
green branch with a sadness of yellow fruit.
The damp dream sticks to my soul;
and longing shivers like a small, coatless bird,
like a snapped blue song,
like a wan, hopeless clogdance,
like a shoeless tramp on a stranded road.
My heart is seven scraps,
all fiery-skewered:
marble sways over my breath.
Blurry thoughts flinch in the lightquiver;
my blooded brain starts in its box:
above my dark your clement eyes
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