My Body My Foreboding/Tijelo Moje Slutnja Moja Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

My Body My Foreboding/Tijelo Moje Slutnja Moja



My body my foreboding
It moves it fingers to say
To say what the tongue does not
The step unstep
Its lips it moves into a smile
For the smile of another body
For the smile of its foreboding
It tosses its hair but the tears it won’t touch
It turns not after itself
Nor after another does it turn around
It breathes- with its blood it pumps
The heart of ts own world
The seed of its body of another’s body
Like sacred fruits it bears inner body
A new body foreboding to bear
It tests the joints vitality
Under the night of the body
It stretches and bends the bones
Under the night of the body
The reflexes of the possible it extends
It extends until it cannot
It dances with the body without a body
It dances the turning of a pure spirit
With the soul in its womb it carries
The dawn of a pure soul


Moje tijelo moja slutnja
Pokreće prste da kaže
Što jezik neće da kaže
Korak raskorak
Usne u osmjeh izvija
Za osmjeh rijela drugog
Za osmjeh slutnje njegove
Kosu zabacuje a suzu ne utire
Za sobom se ne okreće
Ni za tijelom što ga za sobom osvrće
Diše- krvlju pumpa
Srce sopstvenog svijeta
Sjeme tijela svog tudjeg tijela
Ko svete plodove unutrašnje tijelo nosi
Da tijelo novu slutnju rodi
Isporobava gipkost zglobova
Podno noći tijela
Reflekse mogućg rasteže u nedogled
Pleše sa tijelom bez tijela
Duha čistog okretanje
S dušom u utrobi nosi
Čiste duše svitanje

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