Popa, Vasko: Konj

Obično

Osam nogu ima

Između vilica

Čovek mu se nastanio

Sa svoje četiri strane sveta

Tada je gubicu raskrvavio

Hteo je

Da pregrize tu stabljiku kukuruza

Davno je to bilo

U očima lepim

Tuga mu se zatvorila

U krug

Jer drum kraja nema

A celu zemlju treba

Za sobom vući

Normally

He has eight legs

Between his jaws

A man has settled

With the four sides of his world

That's when he bloodied his mouth

He wanted

To chew through that corn stalk

That was long ago

In his beautiful eyes

Sadness has closed itself

In a circle

Because the path has no end

And the whole earth

Needs pulling