A Land Without An Echo
"In children, the river of humanity is renewed and purified."
Ivo Andrić
"I was born in the plains.
It is a land without an echo.
Nothing returns calls there.
Distances drink them up.
Flocks fly in place and can be gathered.
Everything falls to the ground.
Everything is within reach.
There, spaces are measured by sunrises and sunsets,
and time by the lengths of shadows.
The Milky Way is knee-deep, like spilled straw.
You don't have to climb: stars grow in the bush.
You just head straight, along the gold bars,
and after ten steps you're already walking in the heavens.
Doesn't all that look like freedom?!
Miroslav Antić
Comments (1)
Antic is my favourite Serbian poet, his poems are replete with imagery and so prolific, like this one!!
1 years ago