SAWDUST UNDER FINGERNAILS / Marko Djordjevic
We once dwelled in a cerulean abode,
down a blind alley,
amidst our nearsighted life.
In goodnight tales
you would describe distant lands,
yet lock the door twice.
Under the roof so blue,
everyone would at least once
awake akin to a tree.
With thickened legs,
veins like roots
that burst through the heels,
and crawl into the soil.
Only I did jump
off the family tree
and fleed, with wood chips in my shoes.
When I long for your presence,
I gaze out the window
to witness the wind coaxing laughter from the trees.
Prevod / Translation: Marko Milanović
Marko Djordjevic / Belgrade
He was born on February 5, 1987, in Kruševac. He completed his undergraduate and master’s studies at the Faculty of Philology in Belgrade, at the Department of Serbian Literature and Language with Comparative Literature. He is currently working on his doctoral dissertation at the same faculty.
He made his debut in the literary scene in 2016 with the lyrical novel “Nije to ništa” (It’s Nothing), and in 2022, as part of The Rašić Literary Workshop, he published his first poetry collection titled “Psi koji trče unazad” (Dogs Who Run Backwards).
As an author, he is featured in numerous poetry anthologies, magazines, and poetry portals. His poetry has been translated into English, French, and Macedonian.
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