Seven Poems

Seven Poems

The night before taking to the woods
Spilled out
Berlin Solitude
The New Testament
Mrs Robinson On an Open Road

Chet Baker Is Finding His Way Towards Me

The night before taking to the woods


Through the stains on the window pane

you look at the fields of messily replanted cacti.

Your honesty is half madness

and time is a ritual for candles

causing the bones to become thankful again.

The distance is the only certainty –

it draws you near and hypnotizes you.

Each movement is like a dream

dissolving in caffeine.

You always clearly knew

that a woman with a gun is worth more

than ten men with rifles.

AuthorMehmed Begić
Translated byDamir Šodan
2021-04-03T19:29:27+00:00 March 31st, 2021|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 136|0 Comments