In this poem, Tatjana transcends from the mundane, the everyday affair of people and society into the world of creations, of literature.
Maybe everything is possible?
What are the wrinkles, slowness and pain towards death for?
Many good people were destroyed by pity.
And some unrequited loves, and me with all of that truth.
Courage, come here!
Strength, there you are!
Touch, you are near!
Breath, I can hear you!
Just tell me a little bit faster, cease in the name of will.
Life, turn around to look once more…
Poetic soul is the only who can live when there is no any.
Only those who do it exactly know the world of literature.
It is a language of poetry!
© Tatjana Debeljački
Illustration by: Dragoljub Djuričić
English translation: Danijela Milosavljević
Tatjana Debeljacki writes poems, short stories, stories, and haiku. She is a member of the Association of Writers of Serbia, UKS, since 2004. She is in the Haiku Society of Serbia; is the deputy editor of ‘Diogen’, and editor of the magazine, ‘Poeta’.