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A BOW OF THE BIRD OF PARADISE
(1988-1989)
Only he who has the power of using words to unravel the essence of the world deserves to be called a poet. The gift of sanctification is granted at birth, if a man appears precisely between the source of the world and the source of words, so he could easily catch the energy of objects, images and events and translate it into pure poetry.
These two collections of poetry by Milan Dragović that we now have before us , A Bow of the Bird of Paradise and With the Nameless , are written with such kind of knowledge and strength.
Therefore, while reading Milan’s poetry we sense terrific excitement, almost fear, since we are caught inside the magnetic field between objects and words and we get the feeling that we are now on one and now on the other axle, only to lose all sense of direction at the moment we reach the final point, when objects and words ultimately overlap.
However, even though this poetry may seem somewhat hermetic, as if it was written only for Hindu physicists, Buddhist yogis and orthodox mystics, you will sense a tremendous desire to keep these books next to your pillow, feeling like a child who, however scared it may feel, still yearns to be thrown into the air once again.
The once felt feeling of coming so close to the world and our own being through this ontic poetry is bound to cause insatiable passion within the reader.
All of these poems, written in a single verse, a couplet or a triplet – like haiku, or in a longer string, are endowed with perfect versification, refined beauty and distinguished sensibility, simple lexis and natural rhythm.
Milica Novković
Love is the greatest guarantee of success.
*
A star
flickered before my eyes
beforehand
and I thought
she must be cold
so I kept her warm with my gaze
all through the night.
On the second night in the same street
I noticed
another one.
And so another one,
until I went where the brightest
one shone that night;
and behold, under the tree
a boy sits gazing at the sky.
*
Whoever may have tried
has failed
to describe SILENCE.
Although I know that from
this moment on I am a cascade
wishing to remain on the rock;
I explain its sound to myself
that deafens
that turns into floating silence.
An attempt is an act behind the scene –
Performance is up front:
Success is in him who has listened.
*
A melody in colors –
A deafening performance
at the moment of crossover
a cascade into a drop of desire
and a fall divided by doubt
the unknown into limited areas
Desire lifted by rainbow colors
over the abyss
and with a new meeting with seeing
and mosaic sights for
over the border all of this
is just a puzzle for the map of infinity
Life beats in the breath of silence
with eyes fixed on the cause
of acknowledging the previous
when it crosses the boundary of memory
and the question – where have I been –
*
Before the entrance
I left a glance
and felt the closeness
of the morning footstep…
And the path is still a feeling
defended by time
as my heart is consumed by flame
and distance feeding the closeness.
In the color specter at the entrance wall –
Fire burned the railings of the law…
The strength of winds in the mirror of choice
the palette of desires of our comprehension.
*
DREAM FLOWERS
ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF THOUGHTS
OF SAND IN THE DUNES
OF SUN IN THE STONES
OF SEAS INSIDE REEFS
OF AN UNKNOWN GAZE
GREETING THE SILHOUETTE
THE IMMINENT WIND CREATES A WHIRL
BETWEEN IMAGES AND BEFORE THE IMAGE
A BIRD WITH THE WINGS OF THE UNIVERSE
WHEN SHE REACHES THE COASTLINE
SHE DARTS LIKE DISTANCE
BREAKING THE WALL OF MIST
FROM THEN ON SHE FEEDS
ON OUR MEMORIES OF HER
FROM OUR WANT TO HER VIEW
FROM HER LOVE TO OUR AWARENESS
WHERE SHE SHALL DWELL
*
What is that which surrounds us,
what does it mean to thrust your finger into “nothing” – into
space…
Could that be the question? The interest of the question
in its length and size about what is this “nothing”, which
gains its name after the appearance of man is tightly con-
nected to one end and one beginning. The prerequisite for a
beginning is the change of the state of being.
In the endeavor to explain the size of space in the
domain of the field of vision by the human eye – we have
failed.
The end of something undefined, the end of space,
which gains the dimension of shape is at the same time the
end of the nonexistent into the beginning of the embodiment
of silence;silence with the shape of my body – into the body
of everything which has eaten up space in order to give birth
to a name.
And the greatness of space is nothing other than the uni-
verse, which is nothing but a different expression for space
of limitless awareness – its beginning lies in the embody-
ment, freedom in the moment of cognition; and when they
become one, what’s brought to life is the
– FULL CIRCLE –
… A guarantee of success is the FULL CIRCLE.