Mother reads my poems - Ranko Pavlović

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.

A Record on the Doorstep - Augustin Tin Ujević

These poems - it's not me,
even though I wrote them.
These moans, it's not me,
though I really sighed them.

Poets - Antun Branko Šimić

Poets are eternal wonder in the world.

They walk the Earth and their eyes

large and mute grow near the things.

Dog - Boris Maruna

In the bare mountains between Marbella and Ronda

That pitilessly recall our native Velebit

That could be Velebit

But aren’t Velebit

Just as I could be God

But am not God

I learnt Emmy Noether’s Theorem at uni - Monika Herceg

Therefore I may suppose

that were both sinewy female flesh

Our features tell us

every day was a lonely Wednesday

as symmetrical as the hemispheres of our mind 

On Easter - August Šenoa

On Easter back then, even now I recall,

The morning sun did toward us veer,

Full of life, of youth, I ran to you all,

Toward my village small and so dear.

Crazy Day - Gustav Krklec

Rooster this morning said to me:

Dear friend, good evening!

Autumn Afternoon - Željana Vukanac

The light of the last sun

elongates the faces of labour in the tin wheels

Hair Comfort - Antun Gustav Matoš

I watched you last night. In a dream. Sad. Dead.
In a fatal hall, in idyll of flowers,
On a high stand, in agony of candles,
Ready to give you my life as an offer.

I Take My Leave of You - Džore Držić

I do, my love, take leave of you, may God's good grace go with us both;
                I wish that you could only know by sobs and tears and grief,
                                                                                          my love!

Warning - Antun Branko Šimić

Man, be careful
not to walk small
under the stars.

Everyday Lament - Augustin Tin Ujević

How hard it is to be weak,
How hard it is to be alone,
And to be old, yet young!