Poetry

  In his poem Can Palat W.S. Merwin reminisces about an abandoned, hillside farmstead he encountered as a young man. On a terrace he finds an...

 We Risk TakersIt's snowing in the city.I dig your car outso you can risk your lifeon pot-holed black-ice roads. You're on your wayto making sureyou...

 PlaceIf you walk the streets of the citythat I write about,you would call me a liar.The broken wall,no more a playground ingressor a sunset...

  Translated by DanijelaTrajkovic   Sleep Condition shadows of what has been done did not disappear think with your heart religion is not based on evidence but on checking there on the same branch oblivion...

  Heb-do look onward on homing gulls,guns arriving in somnolence.your poet mourns his twin tower ebb,while wordsmiths mash six adverbs a breath.with tepid rafts one sees...

Translated into English by Peter Stonelake & Tanja Bakic The Last Sworn Virgin of Montenegro1 That August dawn, when the Sun Had just risen into the firmament of...

   Fleeting Summer ended, the last butterfly does not migrate, lands on sheltered tree, expires, a brief life without knowledge of good or evil, only touching those who noticed.  In My Lifetime When I was young I...

 Translated by Danijela Trajković Afternoon in the SuburbCrying cries and hoarse musicon the radio from a nearby houseLast move of a roosterreflection of the axand...

 DarkBlack angelsThrough the foundations of the fortressBurrow (the green ladderIs thrown into the desert) The light crown boils overGreedy raven sows onto itDark air (rotten basketsАre filled...

 BambooWe like things without bones.We like things that dissolve inside our mouthsthe way life seems to have dissolved into this world.For death might not...