Ivanka Radmanovic

Poetry

THE OLD MAN, THE GNOME AND THE CURSE

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DREAMERS

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FROM ANCIENT TIMES

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AROUND US

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PREMONITION

Translated by: James Sutherland- Smith

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A distant bell sounds

Somewhere.

Here:

The wind blasts

Through the late sun,

At the foot of the hill the river

Shines

Churning.

We are chosen

And half-blind.

This has already been lived through.

In order to protect you,

I dressed you today

In ruby necklaces,

Draped you in a shawl

Embroidered with a thousand

Prayers,

Fed you with juicy pomegranate seeds,

Brushed the golden seas of your hair,

And now I watch you

My eyes blue with adoration.

You’re mine,

Endlessly and irrevocably

In this first life.

We must:

Fly

Sail

Search

Seek

Want

Have

Without fear.

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