Biljana Tasic
Biljana Tasic was born 1963 in Nis, Serbia, where she graduated on the Faculty of Law. Currently she is living in Belgrade.
She has been presenting her poetry in various literary magazines, journals, collections and live events. She published the poetry books: „Sailing“ („Brankovo Kolo“, Sremski Karlovci 2010), „In the Wind of the Dragon“(„Gradac“, Raska, 2011), which was translated to Macedonian language and published in Struga 2011, and „Osvrt i vrt” („Dinex”, Belgrade, 2015).
Biljana is member of the Writer's Society of Serbia, with the status of the independent artist-author. She is also member of the “Mensa”.
e/mail: biljana.2012@gmail.com
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OVERLAY AND SHADOW
Scratch /up under
the overlay
pull out the shadow
then put it into a black hole!
The sun has no shadow
the cloud no shelter
A scrabble –
an overlay and a shadow
is it all
Truthful with the spark
hidden
even from itself
* * *
A tied-down shadow
is walking
its root is buried
(at which point?)
to unstitch the seam
* * *
I’ve stayed/stood undressed
(before myself)
the bosom friend to myself
bowing before the sun
so that my shade burns /up
so that I can be the same
transparent, radiant
divined
ENCOUNTER EMBRACED
UNDER THE WING
dedicated to my son Aleksej
How shall we call
this day?
Peace profound
solemn
today
eighteen of yours
in one
my angel
you’ve grown up
where shall I light it up
my womb
why down
I can’t go up
nor can I go down
in-between (doesn’t exist?)
The church attendant
is collecting the burnt-out ones,
in an old can
the ones that went out in fire
the ones raised in a prayer
-Please
let
this one
burn
to the end
for seven months
a blessing
under the same skin
your time
here measured in hours
candles, minutes
Who is going to
put it out
- Holy Mother?
The seal into life
the inscription onto the womb
I’m leaving
27th December 2010, in the church of Alexandar Nevski, Belgrade, Serbia
FATHER, BLESS!
My soul has flown away!
What shall I call my dwelling-place?
- Not home...
Too short the time
and too harsh the experience!
- Give me strength, God!
Then see me off
to further wanderings,
blessed...
* * *
- Keep looking at the sky!-
for everything else is a game
in the shallow water of a dream.
(My plea has been heard...
The universe has lit up through me,
in that dream-interlude).
The word has left me bare
and the craft of verse has stretched the wings
beyond the bounds.
RHYTM / TIME
Me – oftentimes a step-mother to my own self
who from dried-up time
is squeezing drops
from one she is creating three
- Do you think I’m going to
let you go lightly?!
- not for a Moment!
N o w
we share the same
Parallel
Self-confidently you are sinking into yourself
like the laughter of a cage-less bird
- A reflection in the mirror!
- Do you still exist?
- Aha you are – still!
- But Me - I know only of the sun!
* * *
Only as long as I am here
are you for me
(as agreed)
* * *
The first and the last impulse
is in my heart
from where waves go /
to Time
* * *
I am a passenger
and a guest
of yours
n o w
- you the host of the Vestibule
Translated by Snezana Janicijevic
