CODA ZA ANNE

Madame, od travke Vi pravite strijelu,
Slušate vjetar, što njome oblak gađa.
Klanjam se Vašem umijeću i djelu:
I Vama, vidim, “Cijeli svijet je građa!”.

Vi ste na ponos onoj ženskoj snazi,
koju noga džina nikad ne pregazi!

F. G.

A CODE FOR ANNE

O, Lady, turning the blade of grass into an arrow,
You listen to the wind shooting the cloud narrow.
I bow to your skill and your poetic wiev,
For “The entire world is poetic matter” for you.

You’re the source of pride for women’s power,
And the foot of a Giant cannot trample your flower.

Flora Green