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Translated from the Croatian of Dobriša Cesarić
My pain swells all day long unnoticed
outside my voice that barely stirs.
But when night comes and it spills over
I cry out all at once in verse.
When I have shrieked my whole shriek out
to go seek echoes, I can say
I have split my own heart among
brothers unknown and faraway.
And my cry blunders, maunders, wanders
and when a heart like mine is stirred,
will it grasp that it was released
from a night torturously endured?
Čitavog dana bol mi buja,
Zamjetljiv tek u glasu tihom,
Al dođe noć, i razlije se -
I najedanput kriknem stihom.
Zavrisnuvši svoj vrisak u svijet
Da naokolo traži jeku,
Razdjelio sam srce svoje
Med braću neznanu, daleku.
I krik moj luta, luta, luta
A kada srodno srce prene,
Dal' ono shvati da je pušten
Iz noći mučne, probdivene?
A. Z. Foreman is a linguist, poet, short story author and/or translator pursuing a doctorate at the Ohio State University. His work has been featured in the Threepenny Review, Rattle, ANMLY, Poet Lore and elsewhere including two people's tattoos but not yet the Starfleet Academy Quarterly or Tattooine Monthly. He writes from the edge of thought between sleep and waking. He wants to pet your dog. He is grateful to Merjem Hodzic for her proofreading of his Bosnian passages for this piece.
