IVAN SOKAČ

IVAN SOKAČ

Ships

When you fall asleep, dream of ships;

they always return…

So does my soul in the morning

after having navigated the “northern sea route”.

When you fall asleep, dream of ships,

because they free you from the great anger;

with it they smash the ice, and sailing on,

they leave it in the depths of the Mariana,

where the worlds of darkness touch one another …

When you fall asleep don’t worry where I am;

I am already making you coffee,

a refreshment after the jorney,

so you can show me the silk nightgown

that smells of cocoons, old mulberry trees

and the spirits of the eastern sun.

When you fall asleep always dream of ships.

They return…

If once they never do, don’t worry,

I will wait for you at the bottom of the ocean.

To be the nymph’s servant and carry the lantern for her

where the worlds of darkness meet touching one another…

Train Station

There is a tremble in my glancing eye.

Station is full,

and one after another are preparing to depart.

People...

Trains...

I dreamed of them all.

I know where they are going and where they will arrive.

Good for them!

Such a huge horizon and infinite space.

I am wishing them farewell

with well known pictures in my head.

Need to get away swiftly before I become insane.

It's already too late.

And I didn’t even drink my coffee.

I did not feel the ardor between my fingers.

...And they are already gone.

Train station is full again,

and one after another are preparing to leave.

People...

Trains...

The Past

Sequence of images on the other side of the curtain,

In a semi-dark gloomy room,

Is nothing but a foggy trail of memory.

The past is still calling, sometimes. Maybe often…

We usually encounter in the absurd. The feeling is melancholic.

I tell her: I am the one you have kept from the past days.

Maybe I'm a little older, more experienced, worse...

When you leave the apartment, do not close the window.

I have to know,

when the curtain flutters in the wind that hides you,

That is nothing but the proof

That I am still here,

when the storm strikes.

IVAN SOKAČ

IVAN SOKAČ (Bachelor of Economics), is born in Belgrade in 1975. Prose writer, writer of short lyrical prose and poet. Member of the Association of Writers of Serbia, represented in collections and anthologies. He is the winner of regional literary awards for his work, which he represents through seven publications of fiction by 2020. In Moscow in 2018, he was nominated by the Writers' Union of Russia for Sergey Yesenjin's Literary Award "My Russia". His works were translated into English, Russian, German, Spanish and Slovenian.