A night too big for my starry forehead
in some black and unknown woods
and tree said don't, My white morning
I leave you my name for I can't return
Bees land on the corpse which isn't there
Bells go to the space by a black staircase
My day is finished. But to rest doesn't go
my dream behind the hill where I want myself dead.
Down here everyone has their darkness
Mine is the shadow of a bird. Oh no,
There's a way by which they could get to me.
Like a spring which forgets to bloom
now I lay dead on the north of the world
Oh you jealous death, my biggest power!
Behind the poem
Goran 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.
Literary critics still haven't agreed on the matter of who is the Goran this song is dedicated to. Some say Goran was Branko's close friend, a poet who died young.
Others say it's dedicated to the Croatian poet Ivan Goran Kovacic who started doing poetry at a young age and excelled at it. But sadly, his works and creativity were cut too short - in 1942 he willingly enlisted into Yugoslav partisans and was killed in 1943 by Serbian chetniks at the age of thirty. Today, many literary awards and contests bear his name.
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| Branko Miljkovic |
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| Ivan Goran Kovacic |
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