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21 Poetry Antun Branko Šimić

Biography Antun Branko Šimić was a Croatian poet, essayist, critic and translator. Antun Branko Šimić was born in Drinovci in Herzegovina in the family of Vida and Martin Šimić. He attends elementary school in his native Drinovci. Antun Branko Šimić is finishing three grades of the Franciscan Classical Gymnasium in Široki Brijeg. After Široki Brijeg, he enrolled in the fourth grade of the high school in Vinkovci. In the eighth grade, in 1917, he dropped out of school due to the publication of the literary magazine Vijavica in Zagreb, and started the literary magazine Juriš in 1919 under the influence of the expressionist newspaper Der Sturm. In 1923, he started a third magazine, Književnik. In literature, Antun Branko Šimić appeared in 1913 with the Winter Song (magazine Luč). At the time when he started Vijavica, Šimić turned partly to the expressionist understanding of art and presented his poetics in his programmatic texts, published in Vijavica and Juriš. During his lifetime, he published only the collection of the Transfiguration (1920), in which he partly collected poems that had already been published in periodicals. With this collection, Antun Branko Šimić introduced himself to the readers as a distinct avant-garde artist, who builds his verses on the basis of the astonishment of the world, and regardless of the rules of the traditionally established linguistic and formal structure of poetry. After a severe pneumonia, in 1924 he contracted tuberculosis and tried to be treated in Dubrovnik and Cavtat, and in 1925 he returned to Zagreb, where he died at the age of twenty-seven. Antun Branko Šimić was buried in the Mirogoj cemetery in Zagreb. DATE PLACE BORN November 18, 1898 Drinovci DIED May 2, 1925 Zagreb 1.20 years I'm young I want a life full and stormy I want a life like God It's all mine In the lap of my thoughts everything falls apart Days Every day of mine is equal The sky above your head Houses of people around me. Countless people go. I'm on all the streets. I smile into all the beautiful eyes of women. I'm listening when dresses and movements pass through the air. Lost I'm waiting on the corner to be found by one white hand and led away from the cold corner No one ever comes to me. The women pass everything sinks to the bottom of the street. Alone on the corner zebem. Mourning. Fatigue. The space is dark. The evening descends into space and into me. Through the blue evening sky, the yellow stars Through the blue evening greenish lamps Music is pouring out of the night houses into the streets and into me. I would dance just one dance I would like to be everywhere I would like the joy of all people I would like to kiss the faces of all women. Looking for I get a cold look everywhere I'm a stranger to everyone o I am a stranger to all, and I am alone I'm running away from the last houses of the city. I wrap myself in the night: in a black and heavy cloak and crying I scream in the night black and unknown The wind carries a scream down the empty street I can't be alone at night. Around me my friends. Red alcohol rustles in front of me. Let the sad heart sink into the night. My mother is dreaming In the dream her hand searches my face through the night. I'm gone Red alcohol rustles in my soul. My sister wakes up in the night My sister is afraid of the night and me. Her cry wanders lost in the darkness. The soft moonlight came her face is covered with a blue cloak. Is there another hand looking for me? Is there another white girl crying for me? He sings red alcohol to me. Cold white moonlight wanders outside Outside, time passes quietly through the night. My heart dreams at the bottom of the night. My longing for the bottom of the glass dies. My heart is dead at the bottom of the night. At night, the black cloak be good Wrap my dead heart softly At night, the black cloak of eternity Morning Light Houses awake open their eyes White shadows creep up on me My dark soul hates light My face is not for the sun and people. I will never be loved by beautiful women. Children will run away from me in the morning down the street. A drunken singer goes singing stumbles. To see me the little sister would scream in fright cried the mother. Let me go I will always love my darkness. Dear place sister's place mother's place Death will kiss my forehead. Yellow candles will not shine on my death soft bells will not ring the mother will not cry. Cold white stars will shine on my death My death will be barked by a night dog in the city. Nothing is mine I am the game of my God. I stand alone on the edge of night and all experiences Behind me lies a black past buried I am now a dark frontier I am born God throw life at me I am the sea waiting for the red life of the sun in me God, be Your will I stand on the edge of my past I am the dark frontier My soul trembles the bride on the first timid blue night. My soul trembles in front of You an endless and secret dark curtain. 2.April Transfigurations In the garden under the April sun the first buds shoot slowly They play and laugh along the paths girls I go in and sit on the bench to smoke a cigarette in the prancio Girls are ashamed to leave toys who to say: It's not for us anymore I smoke Some rustle close Hidden behind a bush he measures me with mute glances girls I see how she sometimes goes astray with her hand and pressed under a light spring suit heart Scream! He saw that they had been discovered and laughing they fled abruptly before my eyes for tall shrubs in the garden 3.April Dreaming In Dubrava I escaped from the black and another city In the woods, glamorous and full of shade, To sail under a vit with a scent I find the past life again and the hours of serenity… And here I am dreaming of a small and small flute And I experience light nymphs as a joke. No nymph, no; they hid in the woods, Well - maybe - satires kiss happy and chile; There are no nymphs, just above the forest clearing Butterflies turn yellow in the sun, which is hot Tired lawn and leaves and flowers - It flies a yellow swarm of butterflies, with air, it flies And I would sleep so sweetly as a child, Lots of dreams about flying butterflies, Yes between the leaves and behind the shrubbery I did not see the familiar face and two dear eyes: My gold has come after me The field paths and the grove and the dark forest, so she is more beautiful to me - my nymph and fairy: All the splendor and charm and splendor of the blossoming April. 4.Bacteria I'm being eaten by bacteria Rotten rotten poor flesh God, aren't you sorry? I am a child. God! Child! Some nights some wine some flowers hands eyes dark eyes Now: the ruin of meat disease bacteria Nothing God! Fiancée what will You meat that sledge eyes like two dead black flowers one child burning to ruin? The gas fires the dreams of the star The fiancée of Your fire my dream stars Dead eyes become in the night Meat is sprayed into some atoms Your fiancée, my flesh Bright, hide your black holy eyes Listen: the noise is the sound is: it's coming horror of time: deep in the night my soul dies And from the night one Hand comes insensitive to my soul over things. 5.Without Love We look at ugliness in each other the distances of the world are too small to separate us I feel close to you already because of who you are and again so much longing for love and by uniting as before Gone is the love (as it already happens) We know that now Someone intervened and someone is squeezing us, pulling us and we strain helplessly to return and irreversibly We are without love and in vain desires powerless and short 6.It used to be It was something beautiful and it passed, - Or it was just a dream - More beautiful than the stars, more beautiful than the roses And the smile of mountain fairies. The nights were moonlit, beautiful, And full of hot joys. The gardens were full of scents, And the roses are blooming white. There was laughter, long looks, What do they know but to say, There was happiness, sighs of sorrow, And a hymn to the magical May. She was a soul full of sunshine And fiery longings, son Sometimes like the sky a firefly shines Then he dies and dies. It used to be. Darkness is everywhere now And pain, which burns and burns. It was a dream, it was a story One fine evening. 7.Blessing Summer and life!… Sunny gems It shines with the glow of burnt gold. Lovely merry nightingales sing; A new joy of the heart is captured from the song. As long as everything flourishes so profusely, They tremble with joy at every tree branch. Listen! not far from the shout of the multitude of the world Ori shouted violently: “Hosanna! "Hosanna!" The azure turns blue like the ocean. With a cheerful smile of a sumptuous summer, With a shout of tumultuous joyful world. The heavens whisper softly Hymn holy: Let the glory roar up and whirl "Lord, to You!… Hosanna - Hosanna!" 8.Blessing of the Wheat The sun shone from the third hill this morning In dense jets. It's getting hot. Bright dust floats in thin clouds Over the whole field and down over the valley. Under the white tent misnik Mass Mass: Kazula shines like silver in the sun, The holy words ring and the sounds of silence are heard In the whiteness of the day and the light of the air clean. So when the sound of the bell Raising the java Two white minstrels resembling two lilies, The regiment bends… and the ears of the pig have a thin head; Holy time; just buzzing in the ear silence. As far as the white cloud from the heights A face smiles well and eyes are blue, And two long arms transparent and white They share blessings with wheat and the people. 9.God And City Afternoon A young man in a coffee shop all afternoon thoughts of God The waiter circles the tables forever Piccolo - lame - offers cigarettes and sometimes a hand glows a glowing ear Faces are gray dull and empty Two blue-cheeked women laugh (I guess they are ladies from varietea) and after grimacing they despise everything sit down and call: Cigarettes, Cherry Cobler On the ceiling faun rutav flute playing and lures naked nymphs to her Smoke from tobacco rises more and more into spheres The cafe hovers colorfully fantastic and woods and dreams It is already dusk behind the windows The cafe is a train, it travels and will arrive almost at night (Night is a station "on the other side") Bright lights Chess players wake up from their sleep The young man is ashamed of the nauseating sweat He gets up paces as pale as a somnambulist Behind him, someone shouts: pay! There is an eternal race on the street Twilight lights the bell of the people The young man is standing, he thinks The young man's brain is bursting into countless pieces The street flies and where it turns It's night thread. 10.God And My Body The path of my body through the world What should I sing about my body and about myself? God is throwing my body away from bright mornings to the abyss of dark nights God is throwing my body away through the torments and joys and passions of the day into the blue sky of a night's sleep What should I sing about my body and about myself? I am the river I'm running And somewhere during the day or maybe hours (I don't know) stands my sea Oh, when will I arrive? And when will my pregnant head rest in his lap? Not! I'm not going I'm standing And days are constantly coming to me And to me across the ground, fields of tree houses hills the sea is coming insurmountable and immeasurable, heavy sea 11.The God of My Childhood From my world, where you were a miracle, you are leaving forever. About what will of my miracles to stay in the world of other people? Oh why, my miracle, you will part with me and be someone just a woman? What can you be on earth, the star of my sky? 12.God the Torturer Hatred suddenly enters our souls - O our crooked lips, torn faces! - Behind us stands an invisible and cruel God in the dark Darkness is his cloak and his huge invisible body disappeared in the heights We stick out like trees when the storm passes Next to us the hours rustle about the suits In our faces compassion cuts a gentle and deep laugh of reconciliation And the dark God turned to light what is rolling out the spaces and it rushes wildly to our windows 13.The patient Autumn afternoon draws on the yard Rooms with a thin shade of fruit and twigs, Everything is so beautiful that it makes us dream better The patient is beautiful on an old bed. Red reflex some, and with high descends From somewhere in the garden, her face is caressed, The yellowish color lights up and burns For a while, so does the life of the dream go out? Everything is yellow, oh yellow: the room and the glow of the day And he lowered a leaning branch to the window; And the yellow smell to be, that's why they're in the pot Two yellow marigolds near their end. So that someone doesn't often come into the room, Here the old autumn would weave thin nets I covered myself with the dust of silence and a thin veil with my lap The patient and hers all night and day. 14.Patient Transfigurations My body is sick and longs for a quiet one hospital Hospital without forests and without a city in an empty pale day A pale day is a reflection of a pale sky In the dead garden the winter sun walks We silent monasteries without God in our white deserted rooms we forget life we dream long sad pale empty our days Our windows hit sometimes the cry of dance and the joy of life from the city - Oh city! O restlessness powerlessness of our hearts! Oh we are long gone from life and we are just our memories! Only the door of our house opens to death - For the edge of the earth, the sky collapses Evening 15.Future Transfigurations Because they already were and everything was already in the first hour in the infinite view of God reflected From time: from the deep dark wing of God continuously into the light surface coming in the future In the abyssal eye of God myriads of future worlds are reflected 16.Bule Afternoon. In summer. The branches of the vine hide Yellow refrigerator above the Turkish julienne; In the refrigerator, yellow bulls laugh And they drink coffee from colorful finds. On the table pears - wasps drink sweetness - And white handkerchiefs and branches of lilac; Outside comes the sweet breath of the day - Il peaches ripen somewhere nearby. Take it easy! Who should see Those white shadows, which the refrigerator hid! Only the sun stares through the cracks. And as long as the water from the fountain is leaking, They were already dreaming of bubbles in the mist of blue smoke Closing his eyes like under kisses. 17.Chanson In your little garden The fridge is beautiful Oh, how it smells like spring, My love. In your orange garden - Tanana trees. Beneath them he sings from a guitar Song sanana. Listen, the night is everywhere - it smells, Easy - easy. Or my soul sighs, dear - dear. I will shadow your madman love all night Al, in the morning you will be with the sun You - lose. In your little garden The fridge is beautiful. Oh, never again - never, My love. 18.Chanson Triste They asked me, when I was a child, Why am I sad forever and my face pale, Why do my eyes fly into the distance, When dusk sits on our blue hills. They asked me, and I stopped silently, I didn't know a word to say. They asked me, but now no one else He neither asks me anything, nor looks at me. I am everyone in that life and solitude, I shed tears and sob in the middle of the darkness. There's just an old woman somewhere, What a son waiting for a lost son. 19.Flower In The Cafe Transfigurations Under wide-brimmed hats, in apart clothes - in the pockets of the hands and in the souls of secrets buried deep - from the winter white night they enter and rush to their permanent table Coffee Cigarette Liqueurs And the hour has come to get into trouble slowly Secret fires are burning and burning on their faces flames flames Suddenly all the paths lead them into a dry yellow and infinite emptiness Where? The soul begins to hate the soul and torments Hidden secrets come out of the souls With his hands under his heavy heads on the table shut up In a vase among them forgotten quiet and red flower of love burning 20.Cacuga My parents were human I carry a certificate of this with me for anyone who would doubt it. Of gypsum or clay is not my body But the world has kneaded everything it wants from me I have changed my shape and face so many times! In the twenty-fifth summer I realized one wisdom: I decided to be what I am inside and out stay in the shape I am in And so independent, his own, and a man in his place now I could mix everything I wanted from others I have always longed for a woman and came to my friend's wife - I had friends now because I had money - and I told her desperately about the misfortune that followed me: I am drawn by women on all sides, I cannot step away from women Of course, she believed and bonded with me ever since with his sad looks. But I stayed tough only later did I give up A bit later I kicked a friend out of his house and I sat alone inside 21.Boat The silence of the night was everywhere And full of sorrow, warm peace, Somewhere just an old piano is whimpering And a bat wanders through the air, So resent the sadness - warm peace. He swims down the silver water I'm a moonlight boat, It's like an ostrich dreaming in it, Where a strange blue flame burns. Lagacko sails the boat alone. I stand silently by the shore sto - Oh, will he ever come back Driving Happiness? ”I am afraid Yes, the night will seduce him And it will never come again…