Prof. Dr. Academic Milutin Đuričković (Serbia)

 
Prof. Dr. Academic Milutin Đuričković (Serbia)
 
Milutin Đuričković (1967, Dečani). A Serbian poet, short story writer, novelist, essayist, journalist. He graduated at the Department for Serbian Philology in Priština, where his master’s degree. He earned his doctorate at the Faculty of Philosophy in East Sarajevo. He works as a professor at the College of Professional Studies for Educators in Aleksinac.His books were translated into 50 languages. He edited magazines “Lighthouse” and “Our creation”. Member of the Serbian Rojal Academy of scientists and artists, Association of Writers of Serbia and the Association of Journalists of Serbia. He published 60 books for children and adults (poems, novel, story, critic, monography, antology…). Lives in Belgrade.
 
 
PEACE
 
“Peace is always beautiful.”
(Walt Whitman)
 
There is the Hellenic sea listening to us:
seagulls, shores,
ships, chronicle.
 
My hometown is
just a story
in the silence of centuries.
 
An old olive tree
told me.
 
 
 
REMEMBRANCE
 
Vet snow
is falling on the bed.
Water is gurgling.
 
Day like
any other.
Fiery rapsod.
 
Unfathomable silence.
Mild northern wind blows.
 
While
expecting her,
someone crosses
my threshold.
 
 
 
PRAYER ABOUT PANDEMIA
 
A poem is like a pain, nocturne.
It is a prayer in the time of urgency.
Night spreads its cloak.
 
Autumn roars on the roads.
You are skilled in silance again.
Bright dawns are burning.
 
Nothing is like it use to be.
Time became more specious.
The snow melted yesterday.
 
The old pendulum is swinging,
a canvas is fading like shadow.
But, heart is pounding, beating…
 
 
 
FREEDOM
 
You, always
watching the sky
full of birds.
You, not feeling
the flow of time,
yet knowing
all the old roads.
You must be
a tramp.
The olive branch
that I bring to you,
is a symbol of peace
and freedom…
 
 
 
HAIKU
 
1.
A bamboo grove
and a nightingales song.
Fuyijama.
 
2.
Today is a holiday,
cherry trees in blossom
back home.
 
3.
What a view!
Early snow –
on the Mount Fuyi.
 
4.
A tired workman
in the rice field
awaiting rain.
 
5.
 
The road to you
is full of reed and
wet leaves.
 
6.
The monlight.
Wild geese cry.
A field under the snow.
 
7.
I enjoy your
smell and whiteness,
cherry flower.
 
8.
Snowflake,
you are my only friend
in this snowy night.
 
9.
How sad
the old tree is
after rain.
 
10.
No, thats not the linen.
Clear river carries
autumn leaves.
 
 

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