Dejan Stojanovic - Poet

Poetic Circles of Dejan Stojanovic In a colorful landscape of contemporary Serbian poetry, a careful reader can recognize that one of its branches, with a decidedly reflective experience of the poetic tradition and heritage, corresponds with a Serbian medieval age, opens up for its Byzantine chords and, in the context of contemporary poetry, is closest to Modern Classicism. In the first wave of Serbian post-World War II poetry, this stream was at the very foundation of a revival, which is...Read Full Story

The second collection of Dejan Stojanovic's verse, "The Sun is Watching Itself," is covered by a metaphysical and philosophical veil. Eleven segments are connected by these two abstract approaches and by such key images as a circle, suggesting infinity, and silence, reflecting space and eternity. The circle serves as a powerful symbol and a device of the perpetual in this poetry: "the end without endlessness is only a new beginning," claims the poet. Thus, one of the poems bears the title...Read Full Story

The Deceived Devil No sound, no lightThe world beyond existenceDead timeNo evil, no goodEverything sleeps  A deceived devil languishes  The Light-Bearer  I By turmoil into the darknessBy a blazing cryBy storm and conquestThe CreatorThe PantokratorThe World-MakerThe Light-BearerThe DemiurgeThe ConquistadorThe LoverOf the emptiness he fills out  II There is nothing to move before himAs there was nothing before himNoble conquestFire and growthToward his self through emptiness he fliesEmptiness...Read Full Story

If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would’ve thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets. Every new machine would have surprised him— The car, TV, radio, phone, camera. He would’ve thought he was a savage Who didn’t understand. If he saw a computer, Watching people talking on the internet, He would have thought it was a civilization Much more advanced and ahead of his. And if he stayed longer among the messengers He would have...Read Full Story

There can be no forced inspiration, But there can be mergers with the world There can be a flowing of feelingsQuiet, yet overwhelming Flying outside to uniteFlying inside to find The melody of the momentWhen the yellow corona appears on the horizon And blue light appears over the mountainAnd the world becomes mellow Hospitable and generous, And you fly into the heart of the mountain To find an egg of an unborn birdAble to break out and fly as a newborn eagle Dejan Stojanovic, Paris, May 1990...Read Full Story