Two Poems by Dusan Colovic: Not Showing the Direction, Silent

Not Showing the Direction

I am at the crossroads of life
not showing direction to anyone
I know! If I do not turn more eastward
I will block the view to the west
now, around me birds singing
from all sides of the world
happy to share the space
I understand I am
only a small particle
of the grown up world
and the sunrise and ashes
are touching us.

Silent

I am silent while observing
and discovering the world
to tell you
what is missing.

Silent, in front of the signs
I keep quiet while I mark
the traces.

I am silent while blissfully
sensing the blue
depths of the world.

Silent before the gifts
of the sleep and life.
I am silent.

The 79-year-old Dusan Colovic has published 17 books of poetry: Promise, There is day, Tree of lougeval wood, Ancestor satisfied smile, Hunger of time, The first year, the first day, We must say, Talking about you, Language of corn, Track cleaned light, In icon of soul, Orasac road, Echo of infinity, The gates of light, To the Sons of the Celestial Secret, Milk of Language, and Inside sky. His poetry has appeared in more of 100 journals, collections of poems, and anthologies, and they have been translated into English, Greek, German, Swedish, Russian, Byelorussian, Spanish, Romanian, and Italian. He has won several national awards. He's also known for his six anthologies of Serbian patriotic poetry. He is actively involved in the literary scene of Serbia. Critics emphasize his crystallized precision and haiku-like, epigrammatic, condensed expression. His play with language often makes it unfair to even attempt translation. He graduated from the Belgrade’s divinity school “Saint Sava” and lives and works in Belgrade.

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