AS MUCH AS YOU CAN
And if you can’t shape your life
the way you want,
at least try as much as you can
not to degrade it by dragging
by too much contact with the world,
by too much activity and talk.
Try not to degrade it by dragging
taking it around and exposing it so
to the daily silliness
of social events and parties,
until it comes to seem a a boring
C. Cavafy, 1913 (translated by E. Keeley and P. Sherrard)
This has got to be poetry.
My blood is my path to you.
(translated by me)
Moja je krv moj put do tebe.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
The world is empty with consolers and managers.
And, yet, we are all water.
“Only water can endow complete solitude
akin to the stars akin to the silence of dismantled skies
to scorch time to fill rubies
and to create the past out of that which has not arrived yet
it can impersonate all that is not and be a wall
but it cannot imitate itself
it is quite simple in that regard
it is the stock of dreams and deaths and all possible
(from the poem “Ode to Water” by Branko Miljković, translated by me)