Miroslava Odalovic Poems

There's nothing in time
that there won't be in eternity?

nema niceg u vremenu
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With a puzzle of a single moment of light
As if through a fatal plunge when there is no sense
There stands my hour being sung being sung
Among other hours among the hours made of birds
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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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