~ Welcome ~
* Bridges *
(Poetry~Serbia)
Within me, tonight, a river has broken some distant great
hills,
it struggles, howls, moves gorges apart
and breaks its green chains. And burrows through my heart
and burns
and boils and runs through my
eyes.
Within you, tonight, the same
river,
is strangely soft.
And for a moment it`s silver, for a moment blue,
it reflects silence.
All of us meet some different
rivers
under the same bridges, within us, which is why our happiness and sorrows are always differently the same.
(Miroslav Antic, Srbija)
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* Premonition *
I recognized you when snow was melting melting, and a soft wind blowing
Closeness of the spring had intoxicated my soul intoxicated, so I cravingly inhaled the air.
With gentleness I watched your footsteps trace trace on the white snow and I knew that you would be dear to me,
dear throughout
my life.
I recognized you on a reverberant day a drunk, fresh and soft day I had a feeling I'd always known you known though I'd just recognized you. With gentleness I watched your footsteps trace trace on the white snow and I knew that you would be dear to me, dear throughout
my life.
I recognized you when ice was melting the ice, when spring breath awakes when the day is one moment rosy, one moment wistful pale, when happiness and sadness collide.
With gentleness I watched your footsteps trace trace on the white snow and I knew that you would be dear to me, dear throughout my life.
(Desanka Maksimovic, Srbija)
~***~
* All Colours Of The World *
Strange is this world inside me
when leaves turn it green
or it gets blond like silk
from children’s hair and birds’
wings.
Strange is this world inside me
when everything turns yellow
and becomes rosy.
Beside me, many colours live.
Beside me, the world even turns
gray sometimes,
or it gets dark and gloomy.
It’s good because there are also
these nicer colours of mine.
As well as some smile, sunny and
shy.
And wind as inaudible as breath.
So that, when everything numbs,
and when everything withers,
when the world around me looks
somber,
a thousand fireworks of some
colourful
and more beautiful world live
inside me.
I sometimes wish to share
my rosiness with the entire city,
and my white with yellow grass,
and my yellow with blue night,
and my blue with dreamy river…
The only thing I keep is the
green
for some eyes that aren’t mine,
but all other eyes and other
colours
grow out of them,
have been growing since long
time ago.
(Miroslav Antic, Srbija)
~***~
* Our Secret *
I won’t be telling people about
you.
I won’t tell them whether you
were just
an acquaintance of mine, or a
dear friend;
nor what kind, nor whether at all
in our dreams and longings
these days left a trace.
I won’t tell them whether out of
loneliness,
thirst, tiredness, nor whether
ever
any of us loved the other;
nor whether our heart
over us
or over others
sometimes ached.
I won’t tell them about the
harmony
that often joined our eyes
into a yearning constellation;
nor whether I or you were
willing
for it to happen –
or it was all the same to us.
I won’t tell them whether life
or fear of death
brought our hands together;
nor whether we preferred
the sound of laughter to
murmur of tears.
I won’t even sound a single
syllable,
what could’ve, nor whether
something could’ve
entangled and united
our souls throughout the entire
century;
nor whether this that came
about
is a poison or cure
for what used to be.
I won’t tell a soul about
the song that’s, because of you,
eternally playing inside me:
whether it heartily intoxicates
like our forests in the Spring;
or, quiet and sad
it’s eloquently silent within me.
Oh, I won’t tell a soul
whether a merry or a hurting
song is playing inside me.
I’d prefer her and me to
leave unspoken
to the place where with the same
light
dawn and night and day shine;
where both happiness and
excruciating pain
are equally warm;
where both man and his dream
are made of the same eternal
tissue.
(Desanka Maksimovic, Srbija)
~***~
* Warning *
It might be good to know this
too
We are desired only when we
desire
And if we give ourselves
completely
only then can we be complete
We will find the truth, only when
we say
words true, identical
And only when we also search
only then someone might meet
us too
(Miroslav Antic, Srbija)
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