Night Sonnet
 
Great wise night
Under the city walls
You pull me out of
The monster's socket
Lead me crazed
Out on the empty square
So I may walk again
Around myself
And see once more
That I'm still
A living creature
Son of thunder and smoke
The lost son
The solitary, generously salted--Nobody

~ ~ Novica Tadić 

Translated by Charles Simic. 

From Night Mail: Selected Poems,  Oberlin College Press, 1992.
Copyright 1992 Oberlin College, with permission.