Poem: ‘Time and Unacceptable Human Destiny’
Aleksandar Ristovic, 7 January 1999
I see small coaches passing between the trees. I try to catch them with one hand, but they continually slip away to the sound of young women giggling from the pleasure they take in riding about.
Partridges fly out of the grass, but it’s some other century, some other grass, and the partridges are not always partridges, but some other bird, and at times they are even animals.
I see the...