The Poetryzine magazine presents the selected poems by the Bosnian writer Jasmina Hanjalic
I will burnout for you
I put on for you a tunica molesta Because you want a performance of my vanishing* The fire would melt out youthful, clear eyes, Creases of my essence, into shimmering powder There would boil a voluminous blood till vaporize And be silenced woman's heart and body As you cheerfully watch a blazing dress You celebrate yet another futile victory Because in the climax of the piece "Mala fide"
Through you look, you will breath out the stench Remain miserable in the evil solitude, Wallow in the mixture of the sludge and soot.
Everywhere
In the public square
Silent, riveted by pain
Divided by wind,
Mindless, without love constantly,
I’m looking for you everywhere.
Stone girl
Won’t give a birth or suckle,
Built by waiting and fear,
Broken in pieces.
Unknown faces
Taking out the body from evanescence,
My frozen eyes, scratching the ice
Looking for its image.
There’s no even the moon,
Faithful friend,
to approach
and blow little dream for me
to forget the emptiness
everywhere.
Days
They’re following me.
Behind smoky and sooty curtains.
twitched by the truth.
Split by the collapses.
They lost their meaning by wrong givings.
By oblivions
and murdered wishes for the dawns
I’m hiding well
unsuccessful attempts.
Fraught and insecure
like a turtle on the ice.
I’m giving myself to my own humiliation.
Come out from me
Come out from me, just like the foam
of the cherry brew.
In the square, in front of the horseman
I will come on my knees and pray for
salvation.
I have no more strength for the iron balls,
collected in the hurry for its own self,
gliding under the linen, within the breasts,
and filling me in a shameless way.
I have no strength for the sharp rocks,
blades of the milkyless breasts,
I’ll drop mass of pale blood
without being able to talk about it.
The Queen and I
I know that you are visiting the nooks of Kozograd
wherefrom you are observing the infinity, before the final journey.
You engrain the eternity into the hours, my queen.
The trees are extending their branches, as then,
the stones are leaning on the rocks
but the life, mine and yours, leaning on this thick silence.
Did you also realize that you didn't know others and yourself
and whichever side you chose when you headed for the valley
you wonder, how is it like to choose the other side?
Clock hands always come to the same place
as I want to give myself to yours
and become the shadow of this town, forever.
If you can't live alone you won't be able to live with them either
Could you alone and split watch the rain
watch the reflection of the faces
framed on the window at the dawn
and the lovers expect you to be the firefly
could you keep being the prey forever
on the way from the ecstasy to the prey
since the advantage stays at home
could you watch their nests
steal long afternoon hours
eat alone the feast cake
carry the pang and the fear of loneliness
to please your man in routine
waiting for the dawn in the fear of loneliness
could you stay barren every time
when you take their sperm
when you hear their screams of pleasure forever barren
to believe in yourself and be free
although having hands darker then the smut
it is not easy to believe in yourself
the freedom is when you walk, but not hurrying
when you fill yourself with the emptiness of waiting
and foster the future within yourself
the Bedouins won't inhabit your desert
if you can't live alone you can't live with them either.
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