Ugalj / Coal

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

This is a rework of the poem that was originally named after the first line; and written in April. I wanted to make it better, so it can be a part of the Cordon Sanitaire series. A fairly common structure is a plus.


Hranim ruku koja ujeda,
jurim otrovnog leptira,
bacam grumenje ugljena
do samih svodova svemira.

Za vratom vrelina dima,
čak i na ramenu pepela,
učtivo se kezim svima,
ispod maske, slomljena.

Na dlanovima par zenica,
iz pomrčiine me streljaju,
lepet krila prati hor vodenica,
a iskrice opet ne nestaju.



I feed the hand that bites,
I chase the poison butterfly,
I am throwing coal pieces
To end of space they fly.

Heat of smoke behind my neck,
Some ash on my shoulder, even
Politely smiling to everyone,
Behind the mask, though, broken.

On my hands a pair of pupils,
Shooting me from the dark,
Flap of wings, choir of mills,
Still they remain, the sparks.

0 Reactions to Ugalj / Coal

  1. zelenicapreslica says...

    a meni se, baš, sviđa.


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