Dejan Stojanovic

Rookie - 18 Points (March 11,1959 / Pec, Kosovo (the former Yugoslavia))

Dejan Stojanovic Poems

121. Love In Arizona 1/22/2010
122. A Night Worth A Life 1/28/2010
123. An Omnipotent Eye 2/8/2010
124. A Man And The Sea 2/10/2010
125. Task Of A Poet 1/22/2010
126. All Women In One 1/25/2010
127. A Woman In The Garden Of Light 1/25/2010
128. Don Quixote 1/27/2010
129. Being Late 1/22/2010
130. A Star Deep In The Mind 2/10/2010
131. Dancing Of Sounds 1/23/2010
132. A New Friend 2/10/2010
133. Big Miniature 1/28/2010

Comments about Dejan Stojanovic

  • Jasbir Chatterjee Jasbir Chatterjee (12/22/2011 11:15:00 PM)

    Dancing of sounds is a beautiful poem on nature versus art...Yes, art is a mere imitation of life and nature in particular...

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  • Sandra Kay Davis (5/27/2010 11:07:00 AM)

    Astounding insights!
    Wisdom abounds in your words...
    THANK YOU!

  • Dickson Mseti Dickson Mseti (4/26/2010 4:18:00 AM)

    POETS HAVE ONE THING IN COMMON. LOVE FOR THE PEOPLE AND THEY ARE LIKE SOLDIERS IN WAR.THEY RESCUE EACH OTHER, HELP EACH OTHER AND DIE FOR THE WHOLE COMMUNITY.THANK YOU FOR BEING A POET.

Best Poem of Dejan Stojanovic

Big Miniature

To transform a grimace into a sound
Sounds impossible, yet it is possible
To transform a vision into music,
To go outside an enslaved personality,
To become impersonal by transforming
Into sand, into water, into light,
To feel the air and breathe the air
By becoming the air, become
A bird, the first cell, the first man,
Become a wandering comet,
A dying star, a newborn cluster of stars
And hear the melody of galaxies,
Love making of black stars,
Sense the hellish or heavenly nature of quasars,
Be in everything and come back
To a miniscule ...

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Being Late

From where do simplicity and ease
In the movement of heavenly bodies derive?
It is precision.
Sun is never late to rise upon the Earth,
Moon is never late to cause the tides,
Earth is never late to greet the Sun and the Moon;
Thus accidents are not accidents
But precise arrivals at the wrong right time.
Love is almost never simple;

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