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Sandra Dzananovic Poem
Cover me with the haze of
Fragmented years,
Let me sleep through this autumn
Where rains greedily devour
Dying leaves,
And streams flow into the rotten silence.
Clothe me with the moss
Which grew in the wrinkles of the forehead,
Make me senseless for the cruel fingers of the northerly wind,
And the silver which dwells
On Venus Hill,
Just leave my eyes naked
To count in them rings of the birch tree,
Which cut down
Our unmeasurable distance.
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Sandra Dzananovic Poem
Abandoned childhood home
Was still filled with corn bread scent
And ethereal steps of heartless motherhood.
The music box, found in the corner of the room, laid
Full of Mozart and scars,
Old cabinet
With drawers for storing
Always freshly harvested frost,
That all,
And rare watermark of father's eye
In invisible aquarelle,
Forced her to freeze the heart
And clenched the fist,
Preventing memories to spill over the soul
Like the endless field
On a cracked palm of the hand.
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Sandra Dzananovic Poem
The windmills swallowed
Don Quixote,
Ocean spat out Atlantis.
Nothing will surprise their hearts
Captured by stony aortas.
The boy from family portrait on the shelf,
Dag his bitten nails into remains of rotten orange
(which left the trail in colour of the burning hearth
across the sky),
And probably not even then,
Not once, has he wondered
What are the trenches on his mother’s face
Channelling salty water
From two black amulets.
Sister’s arms grew wings and scattered
Toward the hanging tree,
Row and untouched by loneliness,
The dog was staring
At the dry terracotta peel,
Only the father,
Smiling and handsome in a black suit,
Resisted the tide of the scorched sunset.
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In a tear of morning
on the fig tree leaf
lies the dream about the bird without wings.
Bird who
sang the silence of aborted memories,
drunk the sweat of bedevilled paradise
and surrendered to drown
in a tear of morning
on the fig tree leaf.
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a light
shattered
in colour of the old paper
sailing across the sky
an ark
webbed
by moonlight tread
setting free its sails
a dream
painted
on the child's face
waking up with its song
a light
shattered
in colour of the old paper...
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