MILICA JEFTIMIJEVIĆ LILIĆ

MILICA YEFTIMIJEVIĆ LILIĆ

THE INSEPARABLE

You can be seduced by all goddesses in succession,

Hellenic, Roman, Slavic ones,

You can be conquered by Vesta,

All your thoughts can be tied in knots

By Ariadne,

Aiming to erase, to cancel me.

Your eyes can be

Blindfolded by Chronos,

Your hearing can be stunned by Circe,

But in the softest murmur of wind

You will hear my heart whispering

A prayer for your calm.

In a sharp shriek of a seagull

You will identify the scream of my soul

Into which you took a peep once.

In an unexpected cloud above you,

When you are filled with joy,

You will see my face full of tears

That, looking for you, hides its longing.

Escaping the most tremendous danger

You will feel the blessing

Obtained by the mutenes of my lips.

In your most secret part

You will know that I am here

And at times you will smile at me

Compassionately.

In the deepest doubt in everything

You will meet my eyes which know

That, once broken,

Like us,

Never give themselves to anyone wholly.

THE PASSION OF EXISTING

I will sail down your blood stream

like a slim boat down the Danube

in order to fill you up, to raise you up

to the stars, to infinity,

so that you perceive the might

you present me with,

you lift me up and enlighten.

I know that it is Logos

radiating out of us,

it is the language

full of the light

transforming us

freeing us

of the immaterial.

It is the passion of spirit raising

repressed by the dark experience

denied by the cramp of time

and it floods with aura

our earthly bodies.

The blood sleepy from days of yore

begins to speak rejuvenated

on behalf of the everlasting longing

of existing

grateful to the words

for naming it.

THE TOUCH OF A DISTANCE

My clairvoyant hands,

as hot as a sorcerer's hands

set in motion by thought

touch the chosen thing,

it is them that have encountered you.

Seeing better than the eyes

they impeccably guide me,

Logos always appeals to me.

I write down a word or two

and the rainbow gives a flash

fusing two violent waters

aware of the might of the said.

It shoots them through to the bottom

integrated by the force of origins.

Out of the overheated core

sterling flows over

with a deep trail.

I touch letters one by one,

they spread energy with ease.

Receiving it you light up –

you open all doors

to me – a woman.

And you do not know what breaks you:

either the touch of fire or the might of the said

that defeated you at once.

Or the secret of the being from afar

that flashes when fusing with you.

TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY LAZAR MACURA

MILICA JEFTIMIJEVIĆ LILIĆ

MILICA JEFTIMIJEVIĆ LILIĆ has published many collections of poems, a collection of shortv stories, and a book of essyas on literature. Her poems have been translated into many languages, among which into Russian, Italian, English, Arabian, Hungarian, Turkish, Bulgarian, Romany, Slovakian etc. She has won many literary awards both at home and abroad. She is a member of the Association of Writers of Serbia, a member of “Number seven” Association of Writers in Frankfurt. She is an expert adviser to Italian International Council for Diplomacy and Justice.