SELMA
KOPIĆ
Beauty
Beauty,
You’re the one everyone wants
to have for themselves,
to be their flower in a bouquet,
a brooch on their lapel,
a medal around their necks.
Beauty,
you’re the one
that everyone is looking for
as a buried treasure,
as a ship looking for a port,
as a promised paradise.
Beauty,
You’re the prey of all hunters,
you’re a dream and an unfulfilled desire,
you’re a target to be hit.
Beauty,
it is not easy to be you!
You cannot escape anywhere,
There’s no place where you can hide.
Everyone wants you
and that's your fate.
Beauty,
as you flee and take refuge,
you fade and pass away.
If you surrender,
you’ll be like another book
they have already read.
What an absurdity!
You’ll be left alone someday!
Do you have a choice?
Does anyone hear your voice
tired of running away?
I Was Everything
Every day was joy,
every day was hope,
that our youth will not pass,
nor love, as it is now.
I tried to give you everything
as a sister, as a mother
and to repay you for happiness,
to make your life a fairy tale.
Now I see the end has come,
everything is sweeter to you
from someone else's hand,
the joy is long gone,
we are so far from the port.
I tried everything,
I was everything,
just to ease your suffering:
servant, friend, sister, mother,
brother's hand, ear, shoulder.
And now it all costs me.
Because I forgot one thing
- except
the woman,
I was everything.
My Love Is A Witch
My love is a witch!
She wakes up around midnight,
gets stronger every night
and keeps my eyes open.
So I look at the blue sky
like I'm looking for something,
like I'm calling someone,
and he is gone.
He left without turning,
he didn't even wave to me
when his car swerved
around the corner.
He trampled on my love,
he let me kneel and pray to God
for forgiveness without known sin.
During the day she is not seen,
not noticed.
At night,
she makes company with the moon,
and the moon sees everything
and knows everything
as well as that one and only
Lord in heaven.
I miss sleep,
and drive her out of my thoughts
I can’t.
I'm missing a break
of the power of this love,
because the stronger she is,
I'm getting weaker.
Lots of unanswered questions,
a lot of puzzles.
But the moon is silent
while the witch love circles the sky
and calls to come back
the one who will not come.
I'm enchanted,
for whenever appears the moon
my love is awake
as if it were noon.
My love is a witch on a broom,
while everything sleeps,
she shines.
SELMA KOPIĆ
SELMA KOPIĆ is a professor of Bosnian language and
literature, born in 1962 in Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina. She is the author of
two textbooks and one workbook for primary school. She worked and works as a
coach, reviewer, proofreader ...Her stories and poems have been awarded and
entered anthologies in BiH and around the world.The most significant awards
are:Third prize "Mak Dizdar" for unpublished collection of poems
"Puzzle", BiH, 2008; Golden Plaque, "Poetry of the Year
2020", Balkan Poetry Union, BiH, 2021; First prize for the best foreign
poem "I'm not ready to leave yet", Italy, 2020. She has published two
independent poetry books: ‘‘Sign’’, ‘‘The Monument of love’’ and a joint
collection ‘‘Cosmic Rainbow’’ with five other authors. Third poetry book
‘‘Puzzle’’ will be published these days by ''Darwish'', pulishing house from
Bulgaria/ Germany.
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