Will we clothe our own bodies
in full evening dress
and stand up to events that way
or give up again
and turn into cynics
will we leave home
to meet the world head on
or leave our wives
to those ready
to win
unable to keep my rage to myself
I left the house
sat on a bench
and watched cars
cast high beams on sidewalks
and vanish into the night
there’s no creation without daring
love without exaggeration
make it look like
misfortunes
find you on their own
and while you elude them
one day you’ll discover
how thrilling it is
to stand
facing a crowd
Translation by Ana Božičević
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