An Immortal Poem : Part IV

AN IMMORTAL POEM --IV

If you hear: I died

Don’t worry. In every century

Somebody mistakes me for

That  tired and old.

There’s nowhere as many people

As in one man.

There is nowhere as many differences

As in the same things.

If you scratch through the spaces,

You’ll dig me out of the wind.

I’m in the water,

In the stones,

In every dusk and dawn.

Being humanly versatile

Doesn’t mean being dehumanized.

I am dividable by all sorts of things,

But not destructible as well.

And all those miraculous states

And renewal of myself

Are nothing but a maelstrom

Dull, persistent, long.

Do you know what are prophecies?

Molds of past occurrences

And their breathlessness

That chases itself around.

So why say goodbye?

What are we sorry for?

I have lived a magnificent life

Because I really knew how to do it

If you hear: I died,

- don’t believe it.

Because it’s something

I don’t know how to do.

Love is the only air

I’ve ever breathed

And laughter is the only language in the world

That I understand.

I have just dropped by on this earth,

To give you a wink.

To leave something behind

Like a fluttering trace.

Therefore, don’t be sad.

The only thing I care for is

To remain silly in your eyes

And strangely dear to your heart.

At night, when you look up to the sky,

You give me a wink too

Let it be a secret.

Miroslav Antić