The sound of the bronze sandals

The sound of the bronze sandals

There happened the things we know not, worthy of
a poet, like the wise Empedocles says: once
I was a little boy, girl, bush, bird, and fish
from the jumping sea. Is it the praised tenet

on the migration of souls? Yet, his mysterious death
remained a secret to all who argued that they were
friends. How, then, to read manuscripts
in verse left behind the far-seeing

teacher of the four elements? Zeus is fire, Hera s earth,
Aidoneus air, Nestis water, and that is clear, but the
famous Empedocles, where is he? And the wine
shining golden while pouring down his curls, and his

migrating soul, fluttering, emphemeral, splendid,
crystalline, angelic? It seems that, like always, the
guess lies within the verses, and those among
us, gathered here, who know to read the words
                                   turned upside down like a chalice

let them speak without fear for their heads, the least
possible stake, and light the lamp to illuminate the
way to Etna nto which, as the story goes, the good
Empedocles jumped. He who is suddenly enlightened,
                                                    does not dare to

turn back, for he hears the sound of the bronze
sandals. If here is a reason for silence, the cause
is burst open in it ike the pomegranate in which
Empedocles' soul feasts, which alks with us
                                              mortals like with the equals





Шака мрака

Мастило је горко / ink is bitter

Књига промена

У дом за старе стигао је комунизам

Писма осамљеника

Глумци одлазе, сире

Бенгалска ватра глуме

Смрт је ловац самотан

Мачје, мишје и друге

Мирна кућа

Мефистов вез

С љубечитим штовањем

Вечерња благост

Тамни вилајет


Кад те заболи душа

Мали знаци неверства

Човек против себе

Хелена спава с мишицом под главом

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