Contributors Mak Dizdar



How delicate and fragile you are And how beautiful and pure Like every child when born Your hair silken and bedewed Like the leaves of a plant’s young stem in April Your lips are rose  []

The Sirens

Come, renowned man Of great Achaean fame Come Does your great heart That turned to stone in Troy Does your hardened heart This song fear Come renowned man Published with permission from the Mak Dizdar  []


I dreamt I would someday build a bridge to the sun but of that wish remains only the foundation stone deep in my heart Translated by Anne Pennington – Published with permission from the Mak  []


To R. Konstantinović I wanted to listen, hear, understand the conversation between one wave and one conch But they told me Nice, but have you been listening, hearing, understanding the conversation of those who walk  []

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