Miroslava Odalovic Poems

Once upon a bridge I used to speak with you
Beyond the river-summoned by hours- with its trace
You shared the secret in which the bird squotted wet through
Me who said the rain colouring drops with no face
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Ich bin du bist
clear of declensions
no nominus for a pronoun
so sad a case so sad a case
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Picasso was psychic
like when he painted
the portrait of Gertrude Stein
(the one with epiphanies occurring
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I'm not the one who was dreamed of by the snowflake
I'm not the one who was waited for by the drop
I'm not the one who grew in nests
and I'm not embraced by winds
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If you want to see our children in Heaven
don't wave Hell in front of their faces

Ako hoćete da vidite našu djecu u Raju
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Your mouth is dead
You earth is green
You come in the morning with the yellow pollen of light
To tell me the truth of each root and languishing grain
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a speck of the said on the radiant cheek
winning the prizes of joy and time
blissfully shaken beautifully taken
into the smile and a mind
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it's a four lettered fame
and it's for the boo books
paper boo books fishy hooks
for boo boo cook books
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Istina je ko moga pitanja
Sa riječju odnešenom do stvaranja jutra
Sa kosom puštenom niz rubove zore
I danom što zna da svaki dan je sutra
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