THE MYSTERY OF LOVE – Milica Lilic / Translation by Lazar Macura

Poem by Milica Lilic
And irrevocably do I say:
I declare you a pathological side effect
Of my insomnia.
You flee
And I flee
You cannot and will not escape –
We are here.
In the order of things with no sense
You are the essence,
The mystery of love lays the siege
Steep is the shore of the Soul
I am a restless universe
You are everything I did not perceive of myself.
Through you do I fall into time
You throw threads to me one by one
To gently weave the shroud.
Translation by Lazar Macura

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