Places We Love, by Ivan V. Lalic

Places we love exist only through us,<br />
Space destroyed is only illusion in the constancy of time,<br />
Places we love we can never leave,<br />
Places we love together, together, together,
And is this really a room, or an embrace,<br />
And what is beneath the window: a street or years?<br />
And the window is only the imprint left by<br />
The first rain we understood, returning endlessly,
And this wall does not define the room, but perhaps the night<br />
Your son began to move in your sleeping blood,<br />
A son like a butterfly of flame n your hall of mirrors,<br />
The night you were frightened by your own light,
And this door leads into any afternoon<br />
Which outlive it, forever peopled<br />
With your casual movements, as you stepped,<br />
Like fire into copper, into my only memory;
When you go, space closes over like water behind you,<br />
Do not look back: there is nothing outside you,<br />
Space is only time visible in a different way,<br />
Places we love we can never leave.
(translated from the Serbo-Croat by Francis R. Jones)

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