MILICA JEFTIMIJEVIĆ LILIĆ

MILICA JEFTIMIJEVIĆ LILIĆ

The Dance Of Naked Words

(Плес нагих речи)

It was Sunday,

the day for reveries

from the tower toward the sky.

And it did occur.

The long-waited sparkle

descended and burst

into flame within them.

Words

until then dressed

in costumes, veils,

started dancing naked

broken free of all fetters.

They entered the very essence of things.

And everything was easily named.

They repeated Adam's act,

meanings and forms fused.

The dazing impact

of the said

threatened

opening a maze.

The liberated passion

flew high

up to dangerous borders.

The word heated better than fire,

better than the touch.

Eve hurled the apple

triumphantly!

The Touch Of A Distance

(Додир даљине)

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.

Monologue Of Inconsolably Man

(Монолог Неутешног)

You were disasters that carries all before it.

The storm that tore all ties with the past,

Abyss from which they may not raise,

Coma from which I did not want to wake up.

You were my undulating blood that is bright

I blindly dragged me to the distances.

You were my deepest connection to myself.

I've been the one who forgot himself.

You have become my darkness

And my constant shall

I emptied my essence

And my unquenchable thirst

And my despair

I and my enlightenment

My whole day prayer

and-night,

endless screen in mind

as intrusive flashing

I cannot close my eyes

but I do not see this

I cannot find the sunset

even in the deepest sleep

wherever you look

yet everywhere you

all persons have your face,

All scenes are lost

under the influence of your character.

everywhere glowing

These indestructible images of longing,

This dangerous ditch your aura.

It was the last horizon

to climb

I stayed my my my,

My deepest suffering.

TRANLSATE, DENISA KONDIĆ

New Choreographie Of Scheherezade

(Шехерезадина нова кореографија)

More persistent than Scheherazade

I was rehearsing his game

With more daring and haste,

More adept at the force of the secular experience

Etched in my mind,

Sure you would like more

Of words ethereal,

A stronger tone of flesh slams at dusk

And burn everything she touched.

We cling to this son of passion paramount

Longer than the thousand and one nights,

He has been growing, decreases the space

It brings us closer to the fire,

And here we burns longer, with more than fire,

On behalf of those who go out, yet greedy

Absorbs the divine spark.

No Master and its taken between us,

But, one the other captives,

Captives we stay a game nice to meet you.

There is no end to this "night":

Between us, there's the sword,

From The Sheath,

A new choreography of Scheherazade

And your eyes, amazed.

TRANSLATE, BORIS LAZIC

MILICA JEFTIMIJEVIĆ LILIĆ

MILICA JEFTIMIJEVIĆ LILIĆ: (Serbia) She graduated at the Faculty of Philosophy in Priština, and won a master's degree in philological sciences at the University of Belgrade. She was a professor at the University of Priština, and editor on Belgrade TV. She has published the following collections of poems, storyes and essays…  27 books. She is representedin many anthologies and has many literary awards of national importance as international...Her works has been translated into Russian, English, Italian, German, French, Hungarian, Macedonian, Turkish, Swedish, Polish and Arabic....more than 28 languages of world. She was vice President of the Association of writers of Serbia Lives in Belgrade since 1999.

TRANSLATED FROM THE SERBIAN

BY LAZAR MACURA