Originally posted by: vibraj
Omg, I love this poem so, so, soooo much, while reading it I thought this must be Antic, I simply adore his poetry and his imagery, emotions and sensibilities and right enough it is Antic's poem, thank you dear Nado for sharing with us🤗 and of course, making my day, such a gem of a poem!
Dear Vibha, I am glad you liked the lyrics. This poem by Miroslav Antić has four parts. I will post them all, one part each day.

AN IMMORTAL POEM
II
Really, have you sometimes thought
about what does it mean to die?
And where in fact does a man disappear?
What is it that takes him away forever?
Don’t go to cemeteries.
You won’t understand a thing.
Cemeteries are the darkest fair
and an ugly theatre.
You are not meant for such theatres,
with no hope and fire,
the theatres of dried up tears,
where graveyard rules reign,
where there are no quarrels and songs,
and no applause.
And the end is known in advance.
When playing riots
and your formlessness,
don’t you ever wish to secretly reach
new dimensions of sense
in neighboring futures?
I’ll explain it to you one day.
If you find me there.
You know what I’ll do:
I’ll brake your toy,
the one called pain,
if you get up the courage.
I’m not lying to you - I invent
things that have to exist,
but you haven’t discovered them yet,
because you haven’t even looked for them.
Remember: reality is more real
if you add unreal to it.
You will know me by silence.
The eternals don’t talk.
To outwit the wisdom,
learn how to listen.
Great answers
show themselves to you.
After countless births
and some petty deaths,
when you realize one day
that all that breathing
doesn’t make a life,
Really, come to me,
to touch you with light
and turn you into thought.
Even the farthest future
has its future
that carries inside
the voice of its future
And there are no empty worlds.
The thing that we are not aware
of is not nonexistence
but existence without us.
Miroslav Antić
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