Unexpectedly I turned up
In my parents’ house
Once full of joy
And found lonely old woman
Grown into numerous years,
With glasses on her nose
And a book in her hands.
My mother, who had
Between two deliveries
From a cooing of her sons
Solved the secret of the letters,
And whose love for books
Was unknown to me
Was reading my poems.
How surprised I was
And how astonished was I.
And how ashamed I was
For I hadn’t over each verse
Before its publishing
Kept longer watch, just to make sure
For it to be as meaningful
as mother’s word was.
Ranko Pavlović (born 1943) Croatia
Translated by Svetlana Pavlović
Source: BabelMatrix Babel Web Anthology
In my parents’ house
Once full of joy
And found lonely old woman
Grown into numerous years,
With glasses on her nose
And a book in her hands.
My mother, who had
Between two deliveries
From a cooing of her sons
Solved the secret of the letters,
And whose love for books
Was unknown to me
Was reading my poems.
How surprised I was
And how astonished was I.
And how ashamed I was
For I hadn’t over each verse
Before its publishing
Kept longer watch, just to make sure
For it to be as meaningful
as mother’s word was.
Ranko Pavlović (born 1943) Croatia
Translated by Svetlana Pavlović
Source: BabelMatrix Babel Web Anthology
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