My Three Brothers

When I was my three brothers and I,
when I was
all four of us.
I had the voice of the wind,
cliffs for hands,
heart
like a forge.
Lakes took pictures of me.
Poplar trees
uplifted me.
River washed my face for her own.
Washerwomen fished
for my image.

When I was
my three brothers
and I,
when I was
all four of us.
Meadows cared for me.
Carried my voice
cutting with it through streams.
I rejoiced in myself.
I had brothers.
(I had an upright walk.)
I had my three brothers:
my brother, my brother, and my brother.

translated from the Croatian by Natalija Grgorinic and Ognjen Raden