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My/Moj

A bit of being cut off from a memory
Echoes closely down the hall like nothing
Thoughts ajar in a big silence
Like a door I must not go through
Unfulfilled thoughts
Left to beat in somebody else’s wells

The moments dragged into nowhere
Through a glass pane pacified in memory
A shivering hope will unveil the veil
Open the eyes
My shadow across the sky
Who knows how many times
Will beg for everything
That doesn’t want to give in
Like a wave drowned in the sea of waiting
Tearful song it will cry
In the foam out of the foam
My newly born dawn

Moj
Od sjeć anja otkinut trač ak trajanja
Što hodnicima blizu odzvanja ko ništa
U velikom ć utanju misli otškrinute
Ko vrata kroz koja ne smijem da prođ em
Ostać e nedomišljene da nekom drugom
Bunarima kucaju

Trenuci odvuč eni u nepovrat
Kroz okna od stakla umirena sjeć anjem
Nada što se batrga
Skinuć e velove otvoriti oč i
Moja sjena preko neba
Po ko zna koji put
Iskać e što se neć e dati
Morem išč ekivanja udavljeni talas
Proplakać e pjesmu
U pjeni iz pjene rođ ena
Moja nova zora

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A bit of being cut off from a memory/Moj

Echoes closely down the hall like nothing
Thoughts ajar in a big silence
Like a door I must not go through
Unfulfilled thoughts
Left to beat in somebody else’s wells

The moments dragged into nowhere
Through a glass pane pacified in memory
A shivering hope will unveil the veil
Open the eyes
My shadow across the sky
Who knows how many times
Will beg for everything
That doesn’t want to give in
Like a wave drowned in the sea of waiting
Tearful song it will cry
In the foam out of the foam
My newly born dawn

Moj
Od sjeć anja otkinut trač ak trajanja
Što hodnicima blizu odzvanja ko ništa
U velikom ć utanju misli otškrinute
Ko vrata kroz koja ne smijem da prođ em
Ostać e nedomišljene da nekom drugom
Bunarima kucaju

Trenuci odvuč eni u nepovrat
Kroz okna od stakla umirena sjeć anjem
Nada što se batrga
Skinuć e velove otvoriti oč i
Moja sjena preko neba
Po ko zna koji put
Iskać e što se neć e dati
Morem išč ekivanja udavljeni talas
Proplakać e pjesmu
U pjeni iz pjene rođ ena
Moja nova zora

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The night of mine (Nafaka)

like a pale cracking shadow of the Moon, my night
like a thought of an infinity below a starlit arch, my night
like a murmur of distant lonely silences, my night
like a breathing dying out under the pillow of pain, my night
like an evening star trown into a well, my night
like an abyss of heigths being silenced by the bottom, my night
like shivering of hours at the edge of the knife, my night
like windy wings in unspreadness, my night
like a whisper cut off from the quivering lips, my night
like fingers weaving the webs of the reveiled, my night
like a dawn of darkness, my night

kao blijedilo iskricave sjenke Mjeseca
noc moja
kao misao beskraja pod zvjezdanim svodom
noc moja
kao vreva dalekih usamljenih tisina
noc moja
ko minulo disanje pod jastukom od bola
noc moja
kao vecernja zvijezda spustena u bunare
noc moja
kao sunovrat u visine sto ih cuti dno
noc moja
kao treperenje sati na ostrici noza
noc moja
kao klepet leprsavih krila u nesklopljenosti
noc moja
kao sapat otkinut sa uzdrhtalih usana
noc moja
kao prsti koji pletu mreze razotkrivenosti
noc moja
kao svitanje tmine
noc moja

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The dawn sways the birds/Zora njise ptice

The birds of flight, my love
The dawn bathes the faces
The faces of love, my love
The dawn sways the seas
The seas of infinity, my love
The dwan moves the bodies
The bodies of breathing, my love

The dawn sways the mornings
The mornings of wake, my love
This is why you never sleep
The restless of dreams, my love
Sealed within my kiss
Signed within my heart

Zora njiše ptice
Ptice od leta, ljubavi moja
Zora mije lica
Lica od ljubavi, ljubavi moja
Zora njiše mora
Mora od beskraja, ljubavi moja
Zora kreć e tijela
Tijela od disanja, ljubavi moja

Zora njiše jutra
Jutra od buđ enja, ljubavi moja
Ti zato ne spiš
Nemirom od sna, ljubavi moja
Poljupcem mojim zapeč ać en
I u srcu zapisan

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Ti imaš svoja srca Marijo

Ona kucaju preko lanaca od straha
Kucaju tiho kucaju glasno
Ona kucaju preko života do praha
Kucaju neč ujno kucaju jasno

Ti imaš svoja srca Marijo
Ona se proljeć em otvaraju ko cvijet
Cvjetaju tiho preko vode polja
Ona se ruše i grade ko svijet
Što spašen reč e tvoja sam volja

Ti imaš svoja srca Marijo
Ona tiho gasnu ko svijeć e nad grobom
Sumrakom ranim na vjetru od riječ i
I tiho se bude pod skutom sa tobom
Melemom ljubavi srce da se liječ i

Ti imaš svoja srca Marijo
Kucaju nevino u kolijevci od krvi
Smrti se ne daju a humkom zidana
Da svjetlost vide kad dan im prvi
Ozari srca rukom tvojom vidana

Ti imaš svoja srca Marijo
Ona kucaju preko lanaca od straha
Kucaju tiho kucaju glasno
Ona kucaju preko života do praha
Kucaju neč ujno kucaju jasno

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Stradanja hram

daj mi moja dušo bijele vode znanja
u kaplji nastanjen tvoj tihi plam
daj mi moja dušo niti tvoga tkanja
da ispletem riječi i da tako znam
da život ide jednom
a smrt stazom drugom
u traganju žednom
i zasut tugom
ja sam
stradanja hram

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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O tebi

O tebi ne govorim ljudima jer shvatili ne bi
O tebi govorim
Tek listu kad lomno padne na tlo
Sumraku kad te razlije u boje
I rubu ponornog sjećanja mog
Tek tmini kada progovori glasno
Suzu prolomljenu u dnu crnog oka
Što kanuti neće nikad
Tek vratima odškrinutim i odjeku koraka
Zalutalim pragovima što kuće svoje traže
Otkucaju srca i posljednjom mrežom
Zahvaćenu vodu što kroz konope
Nazad u izvor lije

O tebi ljepoto moja
Ne govorim ni tebi
Jer čak ni ti shvatio ne bi
Da s površine riječi ništa se ne kreće
I ništa u dubine vratiti se neće

©Miroslava Odalović

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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the winged space beyond the possibility of standing (Nafaka)

turning the clock back into endlessness
I will say nothing in a silent whisper
The time over bridged from now to duration
The steps follow to the point of no return
I will say nothing with an encircled verse

prostor raskriljen nad mogucnoscu stajanja
u nepovrat vraticu sate
govoricu nista u sapatu tihom
vrijeme premosceno od sada do trajanja
u nepovrat stope prate
govoricu nista zaokruzenim stihom

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Yes I Am That Cast Away Shadow/Da Ja Sam Ta Odbacena Sjenka

Merry go spin that walks through your door
Chasing the tail of a wild beast night
And jealous of the moon that snarles at the hunt

Yes I can turn the wisps of smoke spelled signs
Into the raincall that falls into your eyes
To fulfill a promise made within a drop
Of plenitude vacancy jigsaw puzzled thought
Reverberating through your starvexed mind

Yes I once wrote an ode to a Moon beam
And a biography of a pallid white
Paling across the face of earth
And loved it the way a woman loves its own disease

No I can never belong to you
Unless you belong to yourself

Da ja sam ta odbacena sjenka
Što se ludo vrti prolazi ti kroz vrata
I što juri rep divlje zvjeri noci
Ljubomorna na mjesec što reži pri lovu

Da mogu pretvoriti zvuk srocen od pramena dima
U kišni zov što ti u oci sipa
Da ispuni obecanje sazdano u kapi
Punoce praznine zagonetke klackalice misli
Što odzvanja zvijezdom uznemirenim umom

Da jednom sam napisala odu zraci Mjeseca
I biografiju blijedila preko lica zemlje
I zavoljela ga kao što žena voli sopstvenu bolest

Ne ne mogu ti nikada pripasti
Osim ako ne pripadneš sebi

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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My Shadow/Moja Sjen

Under the treetops
In the nests
From twilight
Without a dawn
My hair

Under the fingers
Within the hands
From twilight
In blindness
My yearning

Under the eaves
Wet
In the quest
Killed
My shadow

Pod krosnjama
U gnijezdima
Od sumraka
Bez svitanja
Moja kosa

Pod prstima
U sakama
Od primraka
U sljepilu
Moja ceznja

Pod strehama
Pokisla
Traganjem
Ubijena sjen

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Moja Jutra

Moja jutra su jutra
Jutra moga sutra
Tu svićem tu zanoćim
Ponoćno dišem
Tešku tminu raznosim
Zvijezdama je brišem

Moja jutra su jutra
Jutra moga sutra
Tu svjetlošću puta
Hranim sive gladi
Stojim nesvrgnuta
Gdje riječ mi se gradi

Moja su jutra
Jutra moga sutra
Bjelinomispisuju
Noći tihe magle
Plavim ispisuju
Što ruke su takle

Teret jedne strasti
U osvitu pjene
Jutrom ću potkrasti
Sopstvene zjene
Da svako bijelo prividom gine
Zlatom se optoči i suncem sine
U znak moga jutra
U jutro moga sutra

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Biko

September '77
Port elizabeth - sonnenschein
In sechs-eins-neun endlich ruhe
Nur ein stuhl ging aus dem leim
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
- er ist tot
Du loescht gerade noch eine kerze
Doch nicht ein grosses feuer
Springt die flamme einaml ueber
Treibt der wind sie immer hoeher
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
- er ist tot
Die lange nacht ist viel zu heiss
Ich traeum nur noch in rot
Die welt da draussen ist schwarz-weiss
Nur eine farbe tot
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
- er ist tot
Und alle, alle seh'n euch jetzt
Seh'n euch jetzt seh'n euch jetzt
Sie sind da

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Liquid Light

A liquid light sips dew
From how it is as blossoms foam
With Mary's arboreal aplomb
Against a reminiscent blue.
Day, number, memory,
Kissed hours when day's door hangs ajar
And light crawls on the calendar,
Each routine anniversary
At night, and noon, and dawn,
Are times I meet you, when souls rinse
Together in their moist reunions.
Iambic, feathery Anon
Opens anthologies,
Born and reborn, as days go by
In anniversaries of sky
When oceans cradle little seas
That water in the eye.

poem by Douglas Dunn
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It's all right/U redu je

Empty glass sandy girl
5 milligrams of brain on the rims
Drunk up to the last of the drops
Vacuum cleaned tubed
You played poet corner freaks
And the paling Moon perceived
Living ground fair fair
Fairground ride a ride
To hurt is not to feel

All by yourself
It's all right
The man behind the back
Is the memory of an in front
He taps your shoulder
He touches you closely
Too closely to run run run

With no bones to chew
Through the rains
The dogs are barking the title
Of this civil morality play
En garde
Touchee untouched
Get it out of your mind
Get rid of the songs
Get rid of the beat
The distuned abused muzak
In the heart of a shopping mall
Pervasively sick humming along

It's all right
The tradename behind your back
Is just a memory of an in front
And in particular whoever ever
Knew what's before the eyes
Paid ears to frantic calls
In no place to crawl like a human baby
Tasting the dust floor with a tiny finger
Dipped into an unknown full of wonder and trust
Lost when old grown
To the knowledge of good and evil
Through thick and thin
Goodness and sin

It's all right-move on
Just don't think and drive
Might be killed by too many traffic lights
Predominantly rainbow stuck
So just stick to the road
I'll touch you I'll teach you
The meaning of the winds
The message of this urban rite
Look at no burns no bars
Focus on white line and stops featuring in
Wildstream streets waterfalls of buildings

This is no levitation time
In no natural no factural environment friendly
Where you won't be urged to give your thoughts
Thoughthold tips to caring waiters
Fines to bad taxi drivers
And fees for memberships lost
It's all right
They won't notice there's too much of a word inside
To say anything

Prazna čaša pješčana djevojko
5 miligrama mozga na ivicama
Ispijena do posljednje kapi
Usisana tubirana
Igrala si frikove sa pjesničkih uglova
A mjesec sve blijeđi primjetio je
Živo tlo i vašar vašar
Vožnju na vašarskom polju
Povrijediti znači ne osjećati

Sasvim sama
U redu je
Čovjek iza tvojih leđa
Samo je sjećanje na ono ispred
On te dira po ramenu
On te dira suviše blizu
Suviše blizu za bijeg bijeg bijeg

Bez kostiju za oglod
Kroz kiše
Psi laju naslov
Ovog građanskog mirakula
En garde
Touchee nedotaknuta
Izbaci iz glave
Oslobodi se pjesama
Oslobodi se ritma
Nemelodičnog zloupotrebnog muzaka
U srcu tržnog centra
Sto preovlađujuće bolestan melodiju mumla

U redu je
Trejdmark iza tvojih leđa
Samo je sjećanje na ono ispred
A posebno ako je iko ikad
Znao ono pred očima
Spustio je uho divljem zovu
Bez mjesta da puziš kao ljudsko mladunče
Što isprobava prašnjavi pod majušnim prstom
Umočenim u nepoznato sa puno čuđenja i povjerenja
Izgubljenog kad odraste
Do poznanja dobra i zla
Kroz dobro i zlo
Dobrotu i grijeh

U redu je idi dalje
Tek ne misli dok voziš
Možeš poginuti od suviše semafora
Preovlađujuće dugom zaglavljenih
Tako drži se puta
Dotaknuću te poučiću te
Značenju krivina
I smislu ovog urbanog ritual
Ne gledaj opekotine pregrade
Usresredi se na bijelu liniju i stanice što glume
U divljem potoku ulica i vodopadima zgrada

Ovo nije vrijeme za levitaciju
U nenaturalnon nefacturalnom okruženju frendli
Gdje nećeš imati potrebu da dijeliš svoje misli
Misli uporišta napojnice brižnim konobarima
Kazne lošim taksistima
I nadoknadu za izgubljena članstva
U redu je
Neće primjetiti da unutra ima puno od riječi
Da bi išta rekli
©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A Wave of the Sea

I am a wave of the sea
And the foam of the wave
And the wind of the foam
And the wings of the wind.

My soul’s in the salt of the sea
In the weight of the wave
In the bubbles of foam
In the ways of the wind.

My gift is the depth of the sea
The strength of the wave
The lightness of foam
The speed of the wind.

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Ponekad - Sometimes

Ponekad su umjesto jutra
Kroz guste magle mudračkih kosa
Osvitale kiše
Kapci otvarali nova pitanja
I sasvim nova nedorečenost
Preturala po smislu

Ja hodah sama
Sred šumovitosti
Razgolićenih šaka
Zgrabio me svijet

Sometimes instead of the morning
There dawned the rains
Through the mists of the sages' hairs
The ezelids would open new questions
And an entirely new unuttereness
Roamed through the sense

I walked alone
Amidst the forests
With nakedf hands
Grabbed by the worlds

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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This is my silence with the taste of ‘never’

A single plunge from the tip of the tongue
Into the clouds anxiety sponges
Burdened with water and wells too mute
Of elements void of translation

A single flame from the tip of the fingers
That once touched the hard locked heart
Within the heights all skies to burn
In elements void of translation

A single stone cast into a cradle
Rocks an embryo crying for a womb
Like a childless lap still eager to fly
In elements void of translation

A single breath signed by an ocean wind
That namelessly carves the gates of open cages
Wrestling with the forbidden language
In elements void of translation

This is my silence with the taste of ‘never’
I give it solely unto you

Ovo je moja tišina sa ukusom 'nikad'

Jedno poniranje sa vrha jezika
U oblake sundere tjeskobe
Pod teretom vode i bunara suviše nijemih
Pod elementima lišenim prevoda

Jedan plamen sa vrhova prstiju
Što jednom je dotakao teško zakljucano srce
U visini da spali sva neba
U elementima lišenim prevoda

Jedan kamen bacen u kolijevku
Ljulja embrion što place za utrobom
Kao krilo bez djeteta što ipak žudi za letom
U elemntima lišenim prevoda

Jedan dah potpisanim okeanskim vjetrom
Što bezimeno urezuje kapije otvorenih kaveza
Rvajuci se sa zabranjenim jezikom
U elemntima lišenim prevoda

Ovo je moja tišina sa ukusom 'nikad'
Dajem je samo tebi

©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Someone Not You/Neko Ko Nije Ti

someone not you
someone not me
someone not us

someone long ago
somewhere quite close
they weaved the curse

someone long ago
somewhere quite close
they dug a grave

someone not you
someone not me
they know
who that was
who within us
slapped the dawn

neko ko nije ti
neko ko nije ja
neki koji nisu mi

neko nekada davno
negdje sasvim blizu nas
ispleo je kob

neko nekada davno
negdje sasvim blizu nas
kopao je grob

neko ko nije ti
neko ko nije ja
zna
ko su ti
koji su u nama
osamarili svitanje

1993.

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Riches

I have no riches but my thoughts,
Yet these are wealth enough for me;
My thoughts of you are golden coins
Stamped in the mint of memory;

And I must spend them all in song,
For thoughts, as well as gold, must be
Left on the hither side of death
To gain their immortality.

poem by Sara Teasdale
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Ti u svom uglu sam to znam

Na ramenu ti riječ i urezano sve
Loviš me mišlju brži si od svjetla
I zalud bježim jer pustiti ne mogu
Tebe da prodješ ko što prođ e dan
Tebe da prodješ da ne boliš sam
Ti što u tom uglu sam to znam
Č ekaš da prodjem ti sjenom od talasa
Na tren kada se sretnu dvije pjene
Ne osta ništa ni kapi od mene

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Myriad Thoughts

I sit here in myriad thoughts
dancing around my head
too fed up to put them to bed.
Thoughts of the past,
thoughts of the future too,
thoughts of things this and that
and thoughts of what to do.
Memories invade at times
of pastures long gone by
as the myriad thoughts
fill my mind with anger and with love
and times; I wish I could have lingered with
when my years were young.
Things pass in phases,
hearts entwine then fall apart,
seasons readily appear,
stay awhile and then depart.
Here I sit in a lonely waste
thinking thoughts of what might have been
if the crystal ball I look into had only seen.
Now the myriad thoughts appear
to haunt me in quiet times
and carry me to distant places
the world has left behind.
Those little specks of moments
that still linger from the past
that lay waiting to capture me
before the quiet time has passed.

28 November 2009

poem by David Harris
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