Saša Milivojev
JUDGEMENT DAY
Stars are clashing
Comets are crashing
The Moon is on fire
The Sky is collapsing
Grinding the ground
Suffocating fumes
Furrows over tombs
Fractured roofs and dreams
Temples and bridges
Slaughtered eagles
Poisons trickling
Roots and weeds torn into parts
The ground is swallowing cities and ramparts
Blackout
The deafening hum
of the wreck and ruin
The landslide is blistering
This is the last of all hours
The fires of thunder are rumbling
Scorching the pastures and the flocks
Crumbling the hills into rocks
Molten steel is spilling
Again, like it did before
The sun will rise no more.
This hour of darkness
Will erase all rhymes and verses,
Fairytales, fables, and poems.
Time is up.
Both the streets of cobblestone and the shadows,
Swallowed by the cavernous infernos
Yet high upon the summit,
On the Star of Salvation,
From down below, like a boomerang
We can hear an echo
Of the Big Bang!
At the threshold of the end
At the dawn of infinity
Through the rim of Heavenly Gates
Something is flickering tenderly
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
Copyright © Saša Milivojev
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Saša Milivojev
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Professor PhD Mila Alečković about the poetry of Saša Milivojev Had it not been for a fact that I myself am a child of a poet, I may have failed to perceive the talent of a young man who lives faraway from his hometown, yet not far from his ancient archetype. Was Sasha Milivoyev born a poet, or is this what he had become, out of what breadth bears in its trail, that sharpens the senses and adds up all the sufferings, regardless. Milivoyev is simply a poet in the melancholy backdrop of the maker, who is sheltered and strengthened by his verses. Milivoyev knows that with poetry one transcends to timelessness, to infinity, to imortality and namelessness in which we become the twins and transmitters of Chist's words, hence in his "Message After death" he says:
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