Loreta Muskardin

Rookie (February 20,1958 / Rijeka, Croatia)

Loreta Muskardin Poems

1. Dreams 9/8/2007
2. Ghost From My Dream 9/8/2007
3. How Do I Feel You 9/8/2007
4. I Resign Myself 9/8/2007
5. Midnight Face 9/8/2007
6. Monologue 9/8/2007
7. Poetry Crayons 9/8/2007
8. Reasonable In The Extreme 9/8/2007
9. Red Mist Of Pain 9/8/2007
10. Smoke 9/8/2007
11. In A Tea Room 9/8/2007
12. The Bridge And Canal Boats 9/8/2007
13. The Concert For New York City 9/8/2007
14. The Hall Of Memories 9/8/2007
15. The Ode To A Heavenly Soup 9/8/2007
16. The Ode For Johnny Bravo 9/8/2007
17. Whipping Windows And The Flame Of Hope 9/8/2007
18. Dusa U Balonu 9/8/2007
19. Potisnuta Bol 9/8/2007
20. Prije Negoli Zatvoris Vrata 9/8/2007
21. Sjecanja 9/8/2007
22. Showtime! 9/13/2008
23. Odlazim 11/16/2008
24. Sto Na Sat 11/16/2008
25. Jesen Iznad Rijeke 11/16/2008
26. Bus 2, Sjedalo No.36 11/16/2008
27. Naprijed – Nazad 11/16/2008
28. Pjesnik U Dilemi 11/16/2008
29. Lijepa Nasa Rasprodana 11/16/2008
30. I Shower Myself 2/14/2009
31. Ako Odes Nocas, Tata 10/24/2010
32. Patience 9/8/2007
33. Sadness Contemplated In Solitude 9/8/2007
34. Soul In The Mirror 9/8/2007
35. Strangers On The Street 9/8/2007
36. Ten Dark Commandments 9/8/2007
37. This Is Not A Poem At All 9/8/2007
38. This Time-Crossroads With Guideposts 9/8/2007
39. There Are Some Poems 9/8/2007
40. Recept Za Srecu 9/8/2007

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Best Poem of Loreta Muskardin

Pospano Moje

Pa i ne trebam te
dok ovako
mirno i spokojno pored mene
spavas.
Vjerovatno niti ne
sanjas
da te ja
tako uspavanog
iskoristavam i
kao gradivo za
svoje pjesme
upotrebljavam.

U sobi tama na pruge,
zbog polu-spustenih roletna
i tvoje lice
na pruge
zbog prozora.
tvoj pokret
novi stih
zbog pjesme.

Toliko doga|aja i
uzburkanih misli
pored tebe
pospano moje…
ti niti pojma nemas
da si vec
pjesma
dovrsena.

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How Do I Feel You

There was a poem with
Opening lines
How do I love you?
Let me count the ways.

And that was that,
And this is this.
My poem breathes with
Different gasps.

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