Oh my sun-drenched origin, the sank blood
Let the friendship of birds and trees be forgotten
Let the ground be divorced from the sun
A water wire thread in the ears is better than a worm
I left, I went through the door which isn't there
In all waters, green dogs look for me
Nobody comes here, nobody leaves from here
Warm lies of kisses are buried in the sand by this desert
Where gets ready the bloodthirsty silence which should be fed by one's blood
In this misshapen space whose broken ribs we are
From whose stone monstrous birds peek
The laid-out hand, rest to the other shore
If we fell, to falling we were prone
Here, the night is what resists life.
Behind the poem
Dis is one of the seven poems from a cycle in Branko Miljkovic's first poetry book In vain I wake her called Seven dead poets. Each of these seven poems Branko dedicated to Serbian poets whose work he felt was extraordinary and influential. Those poets also have one more thing in common - they all died a tragic death.
This one is for Vladislav Petkovic Dis. During his lifetime, Dis wasn't a much famous poet - it was only after his death that his works gained popularity, but he mostly worked as a journalist and a war correspondent in the Balkan wars. He drowned in 1917 when the ship he was on got hit and torpedoed by a German submarine in the Ionic sea. Strangely enough, one of his most famous poetry books was called "Drowned souls", so he is known to have a reputation as a cursed poet.
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| Branko Miljkovic |
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| Vladislav Petkovic Dis |
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