Once upon a bridge I used to speak with you <br />Beyond the river-summoned by hours- with its trace <br />You shared the secret in which the bird squotted wet through <br />Me who said the rain colouring drops with no face <br /> <br />Once into your hands-like to an unsummoned guest- <br />I surrendered my rage my sorrow and each spite <br />To carry them like that wet bird in the nest <br />When rains spoke through me in drops faceless and light <br /> <br />Once at the last forgiveness- because by you I was heard- <br />Water wedded-for a wedding guest-you-I called <br />And water wedded summoned you to be the secret-the bird <br />To be the drop unheard-faceless-and with nothing at all <br /> <br />Jednom sam s tobom govorila na mostu <br />Nad rijekom kad tragom zvala je svoj sat <br />Rekao si tajnu u kojoj –mokra- sklucala se ptica <br />Rekla sam kišu što boji svaku kap bez lica <br /> <br />Jednom sam ti u ruke ko neoukpljenom gostu <br />Predala svoj bijes tugu i svaki inat <br />Da ih nosiš k’o što nosi se ta mokra ptica <br />Kad kiša mnome govori u lakoj kapi bez lica <br /> <br />Jednom sam te-jer cu na posljednjem oprostu- <br />Vodom jencana zvala da budeš mi svat <br />Vodom vjencana zvala da budeš i tajna i ptica <br />I da budeš kap bez iceg-necujna-bez lica<br /><br />Miroslava Odalovic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-upon-a-bridge-jednom-na-mostu/
