MARIJA
NAJTHEFER POPOV
The
Rose
(A
Poem To The Rose 1)
I'm
melting the ice sources
And I'm
bathing in them
My
bloodstream gets colder
Skin is
pale
Clean
From the
traces of sins
From the
Genesis
Firstborn
for you
I'm going
down to your pillows
Pure,
innocent
I'm
bathing you with the roses' dew
With the
beauty of the soul
I'm
walking barefoot
Opening
the gardens of Heavens
The Rose
in grace
Opens
magical petals
Amazes
Drops
petals
(It seems
to disappear)
I collect
them in my hands
Into a melted
source submerge them
To
inebriate your soul
With
fragrant beauty
Of the
Rose!
marijanajtheferpopov@
When You Step Into My Rose Garden
When you
step into my rose garden
walk
slowly, barefoot
in a
shirt of the soul
he wears
nothing more
except
for the code you used to unlock it
and do
not stick your nose into the rose heart, deep down
admire
her and smell her
in good
faith
She will
remove the thorns
and they
will hug you
it will
intoxicate you with its scents
as sweet
cheat liqueurs
of roses
Don't get
angry
they
won't understand you
fear will
upset them
thorns
will let
in front
of me, like a shield tangled
and
interfere with your intention
You won't
run away
do not
forget
you came
in believing, committed
in a
shirt of the soul
and
barefoot on thorns, risking
if you
stay sober and loyal
the
carriages will be of petals
and
scents - black horses
you will
be my gardener, worthy
every bud
of mine
which is
created to thee in honor and delight!
The
Rose
(A
Poem for The Rose 2)
Tonight,
the rose will
Leave the
gardens of my soul
The smell
will bring with itself
And
discard before journey the thorns
For me
remember
I'll stay
under the stars
Lonely
Talking
with myself
Mute
My talk
with you
Will give
a birth to the dawn
In which
they take you
Somewhere
behind the sunrays
I'm
looking for my rose
By smell
Harm by
Its
thorns
From
memory
So in a
circle
Through
the rosary
Night and
day
On thorns
marijanajtheferpopov@
If You Create Me Again
If You
create me again
In the Original
Form of Me
Burn my
essence at the stake
And
scatter the ashes in the wilderness
If the
beast smells of me
It will
ennoble me by recognizing my essence
In
already burned
Don't
scatter me though
Bury me
deep inside
Don't
tell anyone a secret
About a
forest of wild roses and thorns
Do not
breathe very deeply
How could
a sigh not blow me away
Like the
seed that is being poured out
In the
softness and heat
I want to
germinate somehow
In tame
soil
In
nurtured pottery
At the
window overlooking the wilderness
And I
howl like a beast
Bound
In the
jump ...
There Are Countless Women In Me
There are
countless women in me
Neither
side poured their lives into me
Their
portraits circulate through my veins
I live
each as my own life
I speak
on their behalf in verse
What
oppresses, cries, hurts, loves
Craving,
imagination, burning flame of passion
He wants
revenge
Il
forgiveness
Or the
life of Truth
Or their
life to be mine
Or mine
to be theirs
All those
Women in me
They
speak
curled up
They are
grateful for their freedom
I won it
for them by screaming
Women who
are imprisoned in silence
Trust has
been shown to me
I have
the courage
I speak
the truth
Drawing
with words
Their
colors
In
spilled watercolor
Autobiographical
pictures of mine
To the
experienced eye of the reader
It will
all show
The
believing faces
of
countless women.
MARIJA
NAJTHEFER POPOV
MARIJA
NAJTHEFER POPOV: Born in Sivac (Backa, Vojvodina, Serbia) on March 11, 1958,
where she met a beautiful written word. Since 1996, she lives and creates in
Zrenjanin. Until now, she has been published in more than a hundred joint,
domestic and international poetry collections; published in several domestic
and foreign journals; translated into several languages. Her first solo
collection of poems, “I WRITE A WOMAN,” was released in 2018. (The detailed
analysis and criticism of the collection published in the literary magazine
“Luca” Subotica) The motive behind her poetry is Rose and Woman in all its
beauty and splendor… Love is the initiator of everything!
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