Elvira Kujovic

foto za visiten karteElvira Kujovic was born in Novi Pazar, Serbia. She has studied English Literature and Law. She started writing in 2013 and published two poetry books. The first book was published in Berlin in 2016 and bears the name “Ein Gedicht schreit auf aus meiner Brust”. The second book was published in Belgrade, Serbia and bears the name “Love and fear”. She has won an award for poetry writing in Italy and has participated in numerous poetry festivals. Her poems are translated into mainly English and Italian.

Edition XXIII

Recyclers of Evil - by Elvira Kujovic (Photo by Janko Ferlic)Photo credit: Janko Ferlic

Recyclers of Evil

By Elvira Kujovic
Translated from German by Nejla Kujovic

The evil lives deeper than just in the head

it must have roots in the heart

it must have nested in it.

Slowly and safely

it grows into our stomach

so that it would come out

from our mouth,

from the eyes it will spout,

from the ears it will hiss,

from the skin and each pore

it will scream.

The evil possesses the man

in a whole

and at one moment,

a man is no longer a man

not even a devil anymore,

only evil, only evil,

unintelligent evil.

Stupid, vulgar, low thoughts

are not man-like from his birth,

we collect them from somewhere,

from one of the paths of our life.

I have no idea when and where

we have found and carefully watched them.

Each of us come across our way

that dirt

and pick it up.

We are the recyclers of evil

which again and again

rises in us,

but always in a new shape

from our skin it bursts.

Edition XXV

I Forgot You - by Elvira Kujovic (Photo by Christian Langballe)Photo credit: Christian Langballe

I Forgot You

By Elvira Kujovic

Stone in the chest,
tears in the eyes,
night in the tatters,
and you in my thoughts.

The lone man stood in the rain,
dog was in the bucket
and the trampled flowers cried.

The last smoke fled, somebody ran away
and my heart beats strong,
stronger, stronger than ever,
while one shadow passed by
and I thought it was yours.

My hand covered my mouth
and hid my heart deep under the skin
wet from the rain,
one tear touched my face,
and the dog went away,
the lone man, met and hugged somebody
the flowers cried sadly again
and the stone turned into the sand.

The tear evaporated from my eye
the shadow disappeared
like darkness in the dark
my heart stopped beating
and I forgot you.

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