A NOTE ON THE POETESS<\/p>\n
Milica Jeftimijevi\u0107 Lili\u0107, academic of Slavic academy (Varna), \u00a0poetess, writer, critic, journalist end un cultural activist,\u00a0 from Serbia, has published many collections of poems, a collection of shorty stories, and a book of essyas on literature ( 30). Her poems have been translated into many languages, among which into Russian, Italian, English, Arabian, Hungarian, Turkish, Albanian, Bulgarian, Romany, Slovakian, etc.<\/p>\n
She has won many literary awards both at home and abroad. She was vice president and\u00a0 a member of the Association of Writers of Serbia, \u00a0a member of \u00a0Writers Capital Fondation from Inia, \u201cSedmica\u201d Association of Writers in Frankfurt\u2026<\/p>\n
She is an expert adviser to Italian International Council for Diplomacy and Justice. ..<\/p>\n
THE TOUCH OF A DISTANCE<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n My clairvoyant hands, I write down a word or two I touch letters one by one, <\/p>\n \u00a0GLORY TO THEE<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Glory to Thee, O Lord,<\/p>\n World without end<\/p>\n For endowing me with a miraculous might<\/p>\n To yield like earth,<\/p>\n To transform<\/p>\n Like water into the blessed wine<\/p>\n Touched with the almighty spark.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Glors to Thee, O Lord,<\/p>\n World without end<\/p>\n For multiplying my body<\/p>\n Possessed by love,<\/p>\n Translated into dear faces<\/p>\n Which lit me up<\/p>\n Like the light of Tabor<\/p>\n Shining perpetually.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Glory to Thee, O Lord,<\/p>\n World without end<\/p>\n For elevating me with the Logos<\/p>\n To reach the unimagined,<\/p>\n To collect the jewels of mind<\/p>\n Into the timeless string<\/p>\n To shine with Thee<\/p>\n World without end.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Glory to Thee, O Lord<\/p>\n World without end<\/p>\n For endowing me<\/p>\n With all-merciful love<\/p>\n While I glisten inspired<\/p>\n With Thy presence<\/p>\n Praising Thy might<\/p>\n Amazed by my<\/p>\n Doom.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Glory to Thee, O Lord,<\/p>\n World without end<\/p>\n For our becoming relatives<\/p>\n Imbued with the Logos.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n POETRY<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Being born out of body and mind,<\/p>\n I am a duality<\/p>\n Defined by heavenly and bodily existence.<\/p>\n Sometimes I celebrate the Creator,<\/p>\n the soul of everything,<\/p>\n Sometimes I am only a body,<\/p>\n My earthly being burns brightly.<\/p>\n Sometimes helpless I curse base<\/p>\n intents of the world,<\/p>\n Sometimes I whine sadly<\/p>\n For the lost home, man, and mind.<\/p>\n But I am always open to the rapture<\/p>\n of the heart<\/p>\n Fleeing to me.<\/p>\n I am a shelter for unappeased minds,<\/p>\n Always pliable for the exploring hand.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n And I will be what I am at any cost.<\/p>\n I am the very life condensed in the uttered,<\/p>\n The very soul that has cast off the fetters of the body,<\/p>\n The very passion that has risen up above the body.<\/p>\n I am the Truth of the world (about world) undenied,<\/p>\n For ages I’ve been breathing through the newborn,<\/p>\n I disregard those who are deaf to my warnings,<\/p>\n Even if they are sages, sorcerers,<\/p>\n I despise merchants no matter how deftly<\/p>\n They celebrate my premature childen.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I am coquettish and I do not seduce in vain.<\/p>\n I will not ingratiate myself with conceived entourage,<\/p>\n The loving eyes are enough.<\/p>\n And I will survive without tricks<\/p>\n Of morose commentators.<\/p>\n More advanced is my Knowledge,<\/p>\n I will not carry favor to be heard<\/p>\n By people trained for Recognitions<\/p>\n After the fashion of clans.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n No, I am not a green lass<\/p>\n Who must go ahead,<\/p>\n And I will not sit on the lap<\/p>\n Of respected Professors,<\/p>\n Academicians, to set in motion<\/p>\n Their consumed Eros<\/p>\n With my young blood.<\/p>\n I renounce snivelling on my strong breast.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I have been created for the collision with hurricanes<\/p>\n Which I will outsmart with my Constancy,<\/p>\n I am the healthiest daughter of mind and body.<\/p>\n I cannot be stopped by anyone<\/p>\n Although the Universe has conspired to silence me,<\/p>\n But I am its cosncience, and sooner or later<\/p>\n I will say everything!<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n You are both flame and flood<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Do come as long as I am more yours than mine<\/p>\n Ready to please you more than me<\/p>\n As long as I am the tempest raising you<\/p>\n to the infinity you long for<\/p>\n As long as I am a wave hugging you,<\/p>\n Transforming you<\/p>\n As long as I am the spark enlightening you<\/p>\n Illuminating your being<\/p>\n Multiplying your Self<\/p>\n So that you blaze in your own multitude<\/p>\n Staring at your new faces<\/p>\n That yield abundance.<\/p>\n You are both flame and flood<\/p>\n imbued by my fires<\/p>\n You are supported by new forces<\/p>\n You are mightier than before<\/p>\n Enveloped by that love.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n But do not give free rein to yourslef<\/p>\n Deceived by that beauty<\/p>\n Do not be excessively proud<\/p>\n Do not measure my will<\/p>\n While I am still ready for anything.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Do not ask too much<\/p>\n In a trice you may be deprived<\/p>\n Of myself, of the Sun,<\/p>\n Of breath and hope<\/p>\n At the bottom of a dark abyss<\/p>\n With the dying love!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n METAMORPHOSES<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n For a long time I did not trust in myself<\/p>\n Knowing neither you nor me,<\/p>\n Fearing the great secret.<\/p>\n But like the reflection of Your might<\/p>\n All is worth admiring<\/p>\n Unbroken, the One!<\/p>\n I did not perceive at once<\/p>\n To be a part of Your secret.<\/p>\n I kept searching for answers,<\/p>\n Earthly and heavenly ones,<\/p>\n To conceive the Being,<\/p>\n And everything kept eluding painfully<\/p>\n So that in that emptiness<\/p>\n I did not know myself for a long time<\/p>\n Unaware of that unity.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n But I did respond to Your calls<\/p>\n Following the marked track<\/p>\n Where I was taking shapes<\/p>\n Through miraculous visions.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I did not rsepect myself enough<\/p>\n Requiring more of myself<\/p>\n Even when I became aware of You,<\/p>\n And could I really Exist<\/p>\n Without Your consent,<\/p>\n Without Your share in my life?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n In that ignorance I suffered<\/p>\n And You inhabited the home of every being<\/p>\n With Your strength, with immeasurable love.<\/p>\n With miracles visible to every eye<\/p>\n Until I became more wisely alert to every shake<\/p>\n With which You made Yourself heard<\/p>\n Illuminating signposts<\/p>\n Waking up my undiscovered forces<\/p>\n Arisen from Your mercy,<\/p>\n Ready<\/p>\n To verify You<\/p>\n To provide answers<\/p>\n Shining with Your brightness<\/p>\n Transformed to transform<\/p>\n Whatever I touched,<\/p>\n Taking on lease Your gifts<\/p>\n To multiply them<\/p>\n And to sculpt them anew with pure light.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n When I began to trust you<\/p>\n I perceived myself anew,<\/p>\n And I got rid of fear,<\/p>\n Of the care that kept pulling the independent being<\/p>\n To the abyss.<\/p>\n Your life-saving shelter<\/p>\n Illuminated me<\/p>\n Like Your persistent part<\/p>\n Approved on the road to eternity,<\/p>\n Called on by You,<\/p>\n That for a while was hampered<\/p>\n By the earthly traps<\/p>\n Intended for temptations, for the testing of faith.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Author: Mr Milica Jeftimijevic Lilic<\/p>\n Translation: Denisa Kondic<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Author: Mr Milica Jeftimijevic Lilic<\/p>\n Translation: Denisa Kondic<\/p>\n Trans. 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\nas hot as a sorcerer’s hands
\nset in motion by thought
\ntouch the chosen thing,
\nit is them that have encountered you.
\nSeeing better than the eyes
\nthey impeccably guide me,
\nLogos always appeals to me.<\/p>\n
\nand the rainbow gives a flash
\nfusing two violent waters
\naware of the might of the said.
\nIt shoots them through to the bottom
\nintegrated by the force of origins.
\nOut of the overheated core
\nsterling flows over
\nwith a deep trail.<\/p>\n
\nthey spread energy with ease.
\nReceiving it you light up \u2013
\nyou open all doors
\nto me \u2013 a woman.
\nAnd you do not know what breaks you:
\neither the touch of fire or the might of the said
\nthat defeated you at once.
\nOr the secret of the being from afar
\nthat flashes when fusing with you.<\/p>\n