Special edition diogen haiku
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- Bu səhifədəki naviqasiya:
- John McDonald, Scotland
- Keith E. McInnis, Ireland
- Dušan Mijajlović Adski, Serbia
- Malvina Mileta, Croatia
- Vitomir Miletić-Witata, Serbia
- Mirjana Miljković, Croatia
- HAIGA: Mirjana Miljković Haiku by Mirjana Miljković
NO 38 PAGE 143 John McDonald, Scotland moonlight– mjesečina– cherry blossom trešnjin cvat sends it back vraća ju nebu spring waters – proljetne vode– the priest secretly svećenik potajno tapša dabs his rheumatism reumatičnu bol summer journey putovanje ljeti between glittering columns između sjajnih stupova of midges mušica summer vacation – ljetovanje – candy-floss šečerna vata ...clouds … oblaci Keith E. McInnis, Ireland For when a summers I kada ljetne Rain falls, grief washes off kiše padnu, ispire se tuga Cold winter soul Hladna zimska duša Dušan Mijajlović Adski, Serbia Dosniva san Ending his dream u hladu belih breza– in the shade of white birches– prosjak na klupi a beggar on the bench TANKA Iz sna From my sleep zakoračih u baštu I step into the garden punu rose – full of the dew– ni slutio nisam I couldn’t have foreseen kako jutra mirišu the fragrance of the mornings Vesna Milan, Croatia kreće bujica a flash flood nizvodno zaplivala downstream floats gumena čizma an gumboot inje na prozoru frosty window panes bakina peć miriše granny’s stove smells na domaći kruh with homemade bread NO 38 PAGE 144 Malvina Mileta, Croatia razmahao se kist brandish brush pod krošnjom behara under blossoming tree rasuta bjelina scattered whiteness došle su laste swallows returned bakinu su staju srušili bulldozers demolished buldožeri granny’s house balkon susjeda my neighbor’s balcony hlad mu čitavo jutro the shade on it blossoms blaženo cvate the whole morning prvi snijeg the first snow– pored tople peći by a warm stove par dječjih čizmica a pair of child boots Vitomir Miletić-Witata, Serbia Skoro nevidljiv Almost invisible među pahuljicama – among the snowflakes– vojnik u rovu. a soldier in the military trench Mirjana Miljković, Croatia Zatvorenih očiju My eyes closed slušam glasne vjetruše. listening to loud kestrels. Urbana priroda. Urban nature. Lovim pogledom My gaze in search sa šesnaestoga kata of the kestrels bučne vjetruše. from the sixteenth floor. HAIGA: Mirjana Miljković Haiku by Mirjana Miljković NO 38 PAGE 145 Donce Mishovski, Macedonia žubori voda murmuring water priča na jeziku svom in its own language svako ne čuje not everybody hears it šaputaju mi whispering to me razgorele grančice those burning twigs vruće je ovde hot in here Translated by the author Vasile Moldovan, Romania Uncalled visitor Nepozvan posjetitelj in the migrating birds' nest u gnijezdu ptice selice a squirrel vjeverica Migration of birds... Selidba ptica… in the burning stubble field na gorućem strništu only empty nests samo prazna gnijezda The witching hour– Gluho doba noći – unappeasable heat in bed neublaživa vrućina u krevetu the moon still cold mjesec ipak hladan Lively verandah: Vesela veranda: in my granma's arms na bakinim rukama a purring kitten prede mače Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu, Romania autumn winds– jesenji vjetrovi – a lost jackdaw izgubljena čavka sways on the vane ljulja se na vjetrokazu Translated by the author Ron Moss, Australia fireplace– kamin– uncle's fairy tale stričevu bajku sluša reindeer hearing on the wall irvas na zidu journey home putovanje doma the glow of an ice moon sjaj ledenog mjeseca shattering stars raspršio zvijezde Yüklə 2,41 Mb. Dostları ilə paylaş:
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