Matija Bećković OSS (Serbian Cyrillic: Матија Бећковић, pronounced ; born 29 November 1939) is a Serbian writer and poet. He is a full member of the Serbian Academy of Sciences and Arts.
Bećković was born in Senta, in the multiethnic province of Vojvodina (then Danube Banate, Kingdom of Yugoslavia), to a military family of Montenegrin Serbs. He graduated from the Valjevo Gymnasium in Valjevo in 1958. It was during his gymnasium years in Valjevo that he published his first poem, in the journal 'Mlada Kultura'. Furthermore, it was also in Valjevo that Bećković met Vera Pavladoljska, to whom the poem of the same name, published in 1960, was dedicated. Beckovic went on to marry Pavladoljska, and he remained married to her until her death.
Upon graduating from the Valjevo gymnasium, he entered the University of Belgrade, graduating with a degree in Yugoslav and world literature. He became a corresponding member of the Serbian Academy of Sciences and Arts in 1983, becoming a full member in 1991.
Bećković is a close friend of Serbian former Prime Minister Vojislav Koštunica, and an active supporter of his Democratic Party of Serbia.
He has been living in Belgrade since 1960. On the Montenegrin independence referendum, 2006, Bećković did not have a right to vote since he lives in Serbia. However, as a prominent Serb nationalist he fiercely advocated against Montenegrin independence, actively supporting the losing option during the pre-referendum campaign.
A distinguishing feature of Bećković's poetry is its regionalism. Distinctly Serbian archaic dialect and phraseology permeate his work. This aspect of his work is most often lost when one reads it in translation.
And very soon the day must be near
we shall send a request to the prison governor
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If I knew that I would hold myself proudly
In prison and before courts:
I would roast and burn but still bear all
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I uskoro ćemo, taj dan doći mora,
Uputiti molbe upravi zatvora -
Da nas liše straha, slobode i zime
I na robiju tešku da nas prime!
A kad nas u lance bace i povežu,
Nek svet izgubi sramnu ravnotežu!
I od dva sveta što svet ovaj čine,
Nek svet robijaša bude svet većine!
A čuvari nek nas, iz straha il' srama,
Jedne noći mole da budu sa nama!
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Bald kommt der Tag, wir müssen zur Neugestaltung,
Gesuche verschicken an die Haftverwaltung -
Beraubt uns der Angst, Freiheit und der Winter
Steckt uns in Häuser mit Gittern dahinter!
Haben sie uns gekettet aneinander und dicht,
Mag die Welt verlieren ihr schändlich Gleichgewicht!
Von den zwei Welten, aus denen unsre gemacht,
Wurde die große Mehrheit schon in Haft gebracht!
Dann in einer Nacht, vor Angst oder aus Schande,
Wird sich ergeben, flehend, die Wärterbande!
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