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KOLAJNA XX	THE NECKLACE XX
Tin Ujević	trans. Richard Burns & Daš a Marić (from Croatian)
U ovom mraku mirisavu sluš ajmo kako ječe živci; i sjećaju na ljutu travu, a naš em grču jesu krivci. U ovom muku punom boga zalazi rujna epopeja; nutraš nja kavga i nesloga otkriva zelen niz aleja. Umire naš a lijepa tuga, tuga od svile i barš una; varava kao rosna duga, zlatna i plava kao Luna. U ovom mraku mirisavu sluš ajmo kako ječe živci; i sjećaju na ljutu travu, a naš em grču jesu krivci.	Listen how in this perfumed dark Our nerves thin wires are twanged to flame As if struck by a nettles spark. For wounding us, theyll take the blame. In this deep hush, with glory filled, Our epic dawn sets, lost from view, Yet vision from this strife is spilled Through the green ranks of the avenue. The beauty of our grieving frays, Its splendid silk and velvet folds Like dewy rainbows, fade in haze, Fringed like the moon in blues and golds. Listen how in this perfumed dark Our nerves thin wires are twanged to flame As if struck by a nettles spark. For wounding us, theyll take the blame.