Signature I'm running home with my little daughter-- Again, shells have surprised us on the street. Shells have, for centuries, been falling every day, And every time they surprise us. I'm hurrying her on with angry words: Transferring my rage from the Serb gunners To a child awaited for for ten years. Let me write my name, she asks, as we were passing A patch of virgin snow in the park. Instead of scolding her, I--God knows why--let her forefinger Break the delicate whiteness And then, around the Cyrillic IVANA VESOVIC My forefinger described a circle Impenetrable As in fairy tales. (from The Polish Cavalry 2002)
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Hadziselimovic, Omer
Signature I'm running home with my little daughter-- Again, shells have surprised us on the street. Shells have, for centuries, been falling every day, And every time they surprise us. I'm hurrying her on with angry words: Transferring my rage from the Serb gunners To a child awaited for for ten years. Let me write my name, she asks, as we were passing A patch of virgin snow in the park. Instead of scolding her, I--God knows why--let her forefinger Break the delicate whiteness And then, around the Cyrillic IVANA VESOVIC My forefinger described a circle Impenetrable As in fairy tales. (from The Polish Cavalry 2002)