SLOBODAN MARKOVIĆ
SLOBODAN MARKOVIĆ Poems
Oko mene
Ko bi znao
Vetar lud se zavitlao
Zimskog sveta svetkovina
Tvoja duša, moja zima
Ne mogu ti reći dalje
Smrt mi telegrame šalje
...
All around me
Who would know
Hurled crazy wind
Winter world feast
Your soul - my winter
Nothing more to add from myself
Telegram sender is death itself
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Zagreb marta 1982, umesto pisma
Pohvali večernju i usnu od meda
Kroz tvoja okna nepoznati gleda
I umesto žene koju volim bićem
U dnu sam se krčme okupao pičem
Za to piče smrti znao nisam
Pa rekoj sebi: poslednja je misa
Otišo sam, pobegao, takoreći
Prognan i otuđen, sasvim, sasvim pseći
Šta se desilo dok neznani gleda
Da nije dušu okupala beda
Zbogom! Ne mogu ništa da povratim
Drgi jednom, s večeri, nek te voli, shvati
Ja ću u mrak sveta namerno da odem
I umreću pijan pored tuđe vode
Ogrnut pod vrbama vetrom koji huče
Neću više imati ni sutra, ni juče.
...
Prekinuti nit, končić života
U ime smrti, koja se cereka
Znači otići u čopor kojota
Smelo dok gori Planeta
Znači isto tako zanemariti veze
One koje su bile sušte laži
U ime sasvim nove teze
Pronaći boga na vitraži
Sveta doma, dok cveta red sveća
Pred devojkom koja je sakrila laži
U vazi nekih suludih Kineza
Ali majstora porcelana
Zato više nikada ne traži
Umnog i bezumnog Slobodana
Cvetaj u kraju među glupacima
I kad slučajno zgaziš cvet šafrana
Na nekim polutamnim basamacima
Izađi i baci se oblacima ko ptica
Koja ne zna da mora pasti
A ja ću i dalje starim sokacima
Srca maznih žena nemilice krasti
Pa ću i sam pasti.
...
Sve što mogu reći u ovome času
To je da sam pseći verovao spasu
Ali ni to nije bilo sasvim zgodno
Jer sam se rodio tamo gde je vodno
A ni tamo više nemam verna druga
Jer se noćna ptica iznad mene ruga
I ne da mi spati. Oprostite!
Nisam dobar ni otac ni mati
Ja sam se rodio sasvim iznenada
Na kraju svog grada
U ime nenadanih ludih predrasuda
Kad Vardar u Egej krivuda
Hvala i na tome! Uživam što zvona,
S jatom golubova, prave vedra čuda
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Zabava mi beše
Da se na me smeše
Kojekakve vile
Ali sad već leže
Moja bolna ruka
U gomilu svile
Bolje da sam ostao
Uz svog malog vuka
U nedrima sile
Jer več neko kleše
Obelisk za mene
Kleše, ali kuka
Što me tako rano
Na groblje poneše
Čete volšebnika
Sve po taktu marša
Vrlo stara slika
I eto,
više nema neprilika
Gotova je farsa
Jednog umetnika
...
My party was
Smileys that were
From Fairies somewhere
But now lies elsewhere
My sore arm
In the crumpled silk
It is better that I stayed
With my little wolf
In heart of hurricane
Someone - look!
Carves my tombstone
carves and sobs
Why am I, so young,
On cemetery brought
By the hands of Army Death
In funeral march unison
Custom very old
But look!
There is no trouble anymore
The farce of an artist
Is completed furthermore
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The Best Poem Of SLOBODAN MARKOVIĆ
Oko mene
Oko mene
Ko bi znao
Vetar lud se zavitlao
Zimskog sveta svetkovina
Tvoja duša, moja zima
Ne mogu ti reći dalje
Smrt mi telegrame šalje
SLOBODAN MARKOVIĆ Comments
In 1943 he was detained in a camp in Smederevo. Some of his books of poems are 'Seven midnight narratives through the keyhole', 'Once in town who knows whom' (1980) . He published 62 books and two more were printed after his death: 'South Boulevard' and 'Write that down, Libero', which was prepared by his wife Ksenija Šukuljević-Marković.
He also worked on translation, was a journalist in daily newspaper 'Borba', painter and bohemian. For the book 'Luka' won the ''Jovan Jovanović Zmaj'' Award 1975. He wrote the screenplay for the famos Serbian film ''Boxers go to heaven''. He died on January 30,1990 and was buried in the Alley of Distinguished Citizens at the New Cemetery in Belgrade in the same grave, along to famous poet Milos Crnjanski.
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Slobodan Marković (Alias: Libero Marconi,1928-1990) was a Serbian poet and writer, translator, journalist. He was born in 1928 in Skopje [now the capital of North Macedonia], where his father Dimitrije been serving as an officer in the army. He spent his childhood in Peć (in Kosovo) , and in Belgrade, where he graduated in 2nd Belgrade Gymnasium.