An Apparition

An Apparition

By Vojislav Ilić

Her image divine I saw
In my dream last night:
She wore a green wreath
On her head, grim quite.

He dear quenched eye,
The shrine of sweetness,
The doubtful spirit it raised
To eternity and deepness.

Thus the spirits sink, roam,
Thru the holy days of yore,
Thus the sky dreams incites,
To disenchant us even more.

Translation from Serbian by:
Ljiljana Parović

Priviđenje

Božanstvena slika njena
sinoć mi se u snu javi:
imala je zelen venac
na sumornoj, bledoj glavi.

Ugašeno oko milo,
svetilište od miline,
duh, što sumnja, podizaše
u bezkrajne, u daljine…

Tako dusi tonu, blude,
sa svetinjom doba stara,
tako nebo snove budi,
da silnije razočara.

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