The scent of musk soars

Love is cured with hunger, Crathes whispers
in his neighbour's ear. The old man pricks his ears
in wonder, not seeing, not hearing the visitor. Who
speaks,he asks in fear. Present yourself, he cries

to turn the fear away. Suffering is divine,
the fanatical Crathes roars. Anybody there,
asks the old man. Onto his vistor's hair
butterflies and bees descend, pollen and petals

fall. Dust. Light. The neighbour's concern is
who is in charge of the circle's line, who
defines the diameter. Angels cast off their wings.
Crathes ponders upon the Universe. Love

Is cured with hunger, he concludes; if it is ineffective,
rely on the time. The indecisive Crathes is not
familiar with love skills or consequences.
Daring beasts, birds, come in, the scent

Of musk soars. Goods given by the State,
Crathes equivocates, are worthless. Frightened,
the old man hurriedly looks for the rope around
the house. Crathes draws deep breaths of the musk





Шака мрака

Мастило је горко / ink is bitter

Књига промена

У дом за старе стигао је комунизам

Писма осамљеника

Глумци одлазе, сире

Бенгалска ватра глуме

Смрт је ловац самотан

Мачје, мишје и друге

Мирна кућа

Мефистов вез

С љубечитим штовањем

Вечерња благост

Тамни вилајет


Кад те заболи душа

Мали знаци неверства

Човек против себе

Хелена спава с мишицом под главом

Књига постања