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Milorad Stojević was born in Bribir, a small town not far from Rijeka (formerly Fiume), Croatia’s largest port. He graduated from the Philosophical faculty in Zagreb where he earned his PhD in Croatian literature. After completing his studies, he returned to Rijeka, and now commutes between his home town Bribir, where he lives with his family, and Rijeka where he teaches at the Philosophy ... more »
Milorad Stojević Poems
Ondina's flesh carries a flowerbed of logos and dregs
a flock of flying fucks, an atlas and puppy crumples,
- a torrent of cherubic golden froth stiffens the husks,
into magic yardsticks of iron ...... more »
Ondina na puti drži lijehu logosa i drop,
jato ševa i lijet, atlas i kučji greben
- bujica zlatne pjene puttoa steže u trop,
u magične aršine gvožđa kojima je jeben
pjanac-rašpar, diskar i Krupp...... more »
na vrućem embrionu cvrči krčmarska Suza,
šebojev cvijet i kutikula padaju na tas,
Ondinin šaš od fela tijela traži (z)guza
ili na hunskom konju, duboko i uz kas
na mjehuriću plastične loptice ...... more »
It's simple for the man,
He has e.e. cummings,
Who wrote his name in
Little letters. Little,
Teeny. Minuscule.
And he has the Slovene
Srečko Kosovel too, with his
Moonlight cold as ...... more »
Lako je čovjeku,
On ima e. e. cummingsa,
Koji imena i prezimena piše
Malim slovima. Malim,
Malcatim. Majušnim.
Ima čovjek i Slovenca
Srečka Kosovela, kome je
Mjesečina hladna kao sladoled, ...... more »
To Vesna, for fun
I have bought a sheep. White, some spots, like
A Dalmatian mongrel on walkabout in the by-ways
Around the Capital. I have bought a sheep for
One hundred bucks. What am I ...... more »
Vesni, iz zafrkancije
Kupio sam ovcu. Bijelu s pokojom pjegom, kao
U dalmatinerskog bastarda u šetnji pokrajnjim
Ulicama Prijestolnice. Kupio sam ovcu za 100
DEM. Ali, što ću s njom? Ni ...... more »
WANTED: BLADES To V
To Vesna, for fun
I have bought a sheep. White, some spots, like
A Dalmatian mongrel on walkabout in the by-ways
Around the Capital. I have bought a sheep for
One hundred bucks. What am I to do, though? Those
Tycoons angels in the Duty-Frees are out of altars. What
Am I to do though? I am not that Samaritan father.
From me winds howl yet blood streams not after
Choirs have sung their lullabies to the dead.
I shan't comment on what may transpire. But, as
All fear the heart, even in the desert and on Highway 74
(in those contraptions which run ...
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