Three poems written during my week-and-a-half in the capital city of Bosnia and Hercegovina. Prose and photographic reflections on my summer in Istanbul and, much more briefly, Sarajevo and Belgrade, to follow at some point this fall. Photo above is from the eastern edge of the city, looking back to the west, the Hadžijska Mosque in profile.
After an Evening at the Mejtaš Tekija
Do not ask for its use.
Let your eye drift, and settle, on the moon’s face.
Marigold and lavender, lingering.
The cool dark. In the distance, towards the sudden opening
Of the Miljacka, the pigeons sleep, and a dog barks.
One day, you will be. Taste: the love of God,
Evening coffee, how the streets wind to nowhere.
God, and love, and God.
How bright the flowers
Tout est ailleurs
The secret of the world is not readable.
It cannot be traced in secret lines over the land
Nor lies it in rune and script, descried by
Skilled eye. There is no formula, no numbered
Code. Perhaps in all these things, and in the
Sudden dusk time flight of the swallow
You may hear the hints, if your ear is right
And the light of your eyes be good,
But the secret is not there. It is elsewhere.
All is elsewhere. When you know it
You will know, and you will not know. And that
Is all that can be said, after which
Let us keep silence.
Thin gray lines on the map, almost—almost
Indeterminate. Where men, and women, and children,
And loves, died, staking it. The realest of things,
And the least. Other lines
Get denser and wider as you get closer. These
Get thinner, until, at the place itself, nothing. Dig down
A few feet. You’ll find only the martyrs’ bodies,
Slipped into unmarked dust.
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Zaciekawiła mnie treść. Szukałam już od jakiegoś czasu podobnego opracowania ale bezskutecznie. Tutaj trafiłam przez przypadek – choć podobno przypadków nie ma :). Pozdrawiam i dziękuję. Pozdrawiam!
Love this, especially Tout es ailleurs, eloquently expresses the truth of the universe. Reminiscent of Paul speaking of how we only see in part. Stumbled upon this site in a weird way, glad I did, keep up the writing, very enjoyable. See you are from Ellisville originally. I live in Hattiesburg. Small world as you surely know. Peace and God Bless.