NIGHT
SONNET
Great wise night
Under the city walls
You pull me out of
The monster's socket
Lead me crazed
Out on the empty square
So I may walk again
Around myself
And see once more
That I'm still
A living creature
Son of thunder and smoke
The lost son
The solitary, generously salted--Nobody
--Novica Tadic
translated by Charles Simic
Copyright c 1992 by Oberlin College. May not be
reproduced without permission.
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