Heart of Darkness: Poems
Ferida Durakovic refused to leave Sarajevo when the bombs began to fall. Having seen her home and library bombed, she invokes in her poems the icons and myths of a troubled people caught between the two dominant religions of Europe. The first English-language collection by one of Bosnia's most promising young poets shows us how when the world is narrowed by guns, one's field of reference widens so much that "everything hurts."
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Introduction Christopher Merrill
To The One Who Comes And Goes
A Boy Is Talking In His Sleep By The Fire
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afraid afternoon Amela Simic autumn awaits axe that rips Beauty besieged body Bosnian bowl breath CHILD'S MIRROR cold corner Dario DARKNESS POEMS death dream dust EDITOR'S AFTERWORD en/ants face of history fear Ferida Durakovic fire flowers fragrant front garden Georg Trakl gold goldfish graves already covered Greg Simon guest HAIKU hand happy HEART OF DARKNESS HOMELAND WHILE WATCHING insomnia JANUARY 18 leave leaves of grass Lee Marvin linden lonely Lorca's Madness moonlight mother nine floors Old Girl Perceives Oregon palm Perceives Her Homeland Perun plunge poet rose Sarajevan says scream skyscraper Slavic Slavic God sleep Slovenian smile sniper soldiers soul stairway step street Tabut tears there's three nuts thunder tiny looking glass tree trembling verses about fish Vladimir waiting walk warm White Pine Press window windowpane winter words fall write Writer Perceives WUNDERKIND young Zoran Mutic