Heavy, full of bony sawdust,
an old hand lies in a lap.
Outlined on it are
a blue branch of veins
and an alphabet of wrinkles, entangled.
Only when lifted to the back of a child's head,
it enlightens and enlivens
like a watered plant,
the poison and the fatigue drain out of the veins,
the sawdust of bones is joined,
a joint lies in a joint.
But as soon as the child leaves,
the hand drops again
and falls into the lap.
* * * *
Teška, puna koštanih opiljaka,* * * *
leži u krilu staračka ruka.
Na njoj je ocrtana
modra grana vena
i azbuka bora, zamršena.
Tek kad se digne detetu do zatiljka,
zasvetli se i prene
kao zalivena biljka,
otoči se otrov i umor iz vena,
opiljci kostiju se spoje,
legne zglob u zglob.
A čim dete ode,
ruka opet klone
i padne u krilo
kao u grob.
Desanka Maksimović
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