Mirko Kovac

WINTER IDYLL
Poetry

         

Mirko Kovac (born December 26, 1938 in Petrovici village near Bileca, Drina Banovina, Kingdom of Yugoslavia, now in Montenegro) is a Montenegrin and Croatian (formerly Serbian) writer. His works are mainly novels like Vrata od utrobe (which won him the NIN Prize in 1978), Gubilište and Kristalne rešetke. He lived in Belgrade but moved to Rovinj, Croatia, his wife's hometown, after Milošević came to power.

 

WINTER IDYLL

Translated by Francisa R. Jones

Winter idyll
 snow in each yard
  swilling death
   with swigs of blood  
    our Serbian bard!

Night foul                               arrow sing 
 wolves prowl                           village below
  winds yowl                              evening glow
   dogs growl                              bell ring
    to church they go                    bull thunder
     the folk my foe                        sheep bleat
      I fire my bow                           hound howl
       winds out-howl                        cock crow 
        its whistle of woe                     times sunder

Christmas fast                           blood lapping
 to church at last                        rattle of life
  my bones to warm                      gelding knife
   to deal out doom                        balls hacking
    the pious massed                        pecker lacking
     munching bread                          I left the brats
      my knife I thrust                         churchbell choke  
       deep in their guts                        pious folk
        the blade runs red                       flee for your life

knees go faint                          each little ass    
 curse their saint                       on a cushion of glass
  bullets scourging                       as a warrior bard 
   their blessed Virgin                    sows Serbian seed
    their Bosnian hearts                   when need be I knife 
     their coat of arms                      for the good of tomorrow
      and God is Serbian                     o lyric of life!
       Saint Sava my guide                   my hero is \ogo
        watch by my side                       his verse sometimes shocks 
         two Catholic wenches                  he's unorthodox
          on vestry benches                       but he's Orthodox!

Winter idyll
 blest be this day
  minefields charred
   a scented bouquet                                  
    for our Serbian bard