- At the Cemetery
For Desanka Maksimović
A giantoak, its dense shadowscovering memory
You’re lying flatbeneath the grass and mud
When wind blows fromthe depths of the universewho’s listening?Whose breath passesthrough each leaf?Caressing the dark sea
your silencehas returned to its sourcelike crystal snowThe roots of your thoughts have silently climbedonto the shoulders of this oakPerhaps they still want to reach higher [End Page 114]