I don’t hear I don’t see I don’t speak I don’t dream I don’t sleep I don’t walk I don’t eat I don’t drink I don’t touch I don’t breathe I tremble In the song I’m looking for a word worthy of life How can I find a word More beautiful than love Warmer than
You’re lying, buried up to your neck: Neither earth nor underworld. Swift arrows strike you down, Gods with silver bow. Thunder sings in the depths, Zithers, rough trumpet. (You walk beneath the earth, Through Ljig’s stone corridors.) A brief slumber takes you by the hand. Translated by Živojin B. Popović
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You who pray to god Mammon convinced of being divinely untouchable. You who walk upon the water keeping faith in the inexorability of the force. You avaricious, ascetic in every calamity. Let all the punishing places fall silent. Let them renounce their closing statements: convicts sentenced to death, pilgrims in deserts, hermits in caves and
To my Mother You open the door of my dream Light is flowing from the room’s corners Where I sleep not Your simple white dress Does not touch the floor But covers your feet The whole of you is made of peace You open the windows of my soul You’ve already
To the unborn daughter Shall I write you a letter? If you stay this time, if you become mine, if into the placenta I’m preparing for you you let your roots grow, if you from me not go – read it to remember yourself when only I knew you. (Into the sterile building
Oh, these mountains, the sky, the stars… The sounds of birds bring your scent to me from that long shoreline. Let us not be mere shadows in the night, shall we? Let us not mourn the seasons left unlived, Amidst the weariness of memories. I paint my reflection from the mirror onto my
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If you were to come one late afternoon with your smiling scent, And my weeping flowers turned to wine upon your burning lips, If we gazed out at Istanbul like the meeting of winter and spring… So my poem would not be left widowed and orphaned, So the radiant day would not turn to
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Fear not; no pain could ever kill The ‘me’ within, the one filled with you It would only wear down my dreams and my body. Though those green eyes may overlook this frail frame, One day, surely, they will remember me. My scent drifts in on the blowing wind It mingles with the
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With the thought that you accomplish me with a perfect creation you unnoticeably entered my dreams. I’m glad. We connect the incompatible, by a light gesture of hand, invisible thread of the lit dreamology. We sow. By the balance of pleasure and restlessness. By the balance of blossomed will. The harmony from field grasses and
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While the regiments are laying weapons in the wardrobes of the liberated magical truths are nailing scale on the heads… No whistling, whispering, shouting and noise… they have no power. Never future, and the born have forgotten the past. And while I’m thinking and standing… of course… I only just have time to love
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