I dreamed you up from flames

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I dreamed you up from flames

I dreamed you up from flames,
one noon while the blind streets were empty.
With hair of mud
and heart of clay,
one third a boy,
other a man,
third a cruel  god,
not even Michelangelo could decipher you!
Before me like an effigy,
at least four hundred wild horses
galloping my veins into unconsciousness,
and trails fade out,
for nonsense and rabies,
the facades chuckle,
and you extend your hands
to this naive maladroit.

Stop, Hades!
Stop your chariots, stop your eyes,
let the music stop!
Stop, devils!
So sweet the fiery waves, they drowned me!
To the china closet with all this ardor,
quarter my stomach,
preserve!
From oblivion, from scorn, from the storm!
Up on the wall, in the chapel, among feathers
hide,
this womb of a butterfly!
I dreamed him up from flames,
I burn,
pass me the wood!

And you,
like a conflagration,
from one to another dryad you go
and devour their feet,
then string sweet words
full circle for my neck
and anoint me in gasoline,
and people just now believed me,
declared me alive.
And you,
said,
shortly on one sulfur night:
“Stop the stars,
stop the chimney sweepers,
silence the wolves,
bridle your steeds and mokes
and silver arches!
You dream me up of flames!
Out of flames,
out of generous hell,
of tinder;
of embers,
I scintillate beneath your skin!
You dream me up of flame,
I dream you
up of ash!
Be gone,
carry that coal like a world on your back!

And look how masons
repaint buildings
just because of us;
remember me with the summer,
remember me
when it burns.”

I dreamed you up of flames,
and on my lips you died.

**************

Od plamena te usnih

Od plamena te usnih,
u jedno popodne dok su corsokaci bili pusti.
Sa kosom od blata
i srcem od gline,
jednu trecinu decak,
drugu covek,
trecu surovi bog,
ni Mikelandjelo te ne bi desifrovao!
Predamnom kao kip,
kroz krv bar cetiri stotine ata
galopiralo je u nesvest,
i trag se gubio besmislu
i besnilu,
cerekale se fasade,
a ti pruzas ruke ovoj mustri.

Stani Hade!
Stani kocijo, stanite oci,
neka stane muzika!
Stanite vragovi!
Tako me slatko davise plameni valovi!
U vitrinu svu ovu zar,
rascerecite mi stomak,
sacuvajte!
Od zaborava, od prezira, od oluje!
Na zid, u kapelu, medju perje,
sakrijte
ovu utrobu leptira!
Od plamena ga usnih,
gorim,
drva mi dodajte!

A ti,
kao pozar,
od jedne do druge drijade ides
i tabane im prozdires,
pa mi slatke reci
sve po vratu nanizes,
i namazes me benzinom,
a ljudi tek mi poverovase
i proglasise me zivom.
A ti,
rece,
u jedno sumporno, osorno vece:
Stanite zvezde,
stanite odzacari,
ucutkaje vukove,
zauzdajte i konje i magarce
i srebne lukove!
Od plamena me snis!
Od plamena,
od pakla darezljivog,
od kresiva;
od zeravice,
sav ti pod kozom buktim!
Od plamena me snis,
ja tebe snim
od pepela!
Odlazi,
nosi taj ugalj pod rebrima!

I gle kako majstori
zbog nas sve zgrade krece;
seti me se pred leto,
seti me se
kad zapece.

Od plamena te usnih.
I umro si tu na mojoj usni.

~ by Oloriel on February 22, 2014.

53 Responses to “I dreamed you up from flames”

  1. Excellent! I love it, Oloriel. xxx

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  3. Beautifully composed, I love how “large” and epic this feels

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  6. Lovely story…draws you in. Predivno! 😀

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  12. بالتوفيق ومذيد من النجاح

  13. This is amazing, Oloriel. The imagery lend it a sense of being ‘alive’. Love it 🙂

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  16. يا اهل بلغراد كيف حالكم ارا نجاح باهر

  17. you took me back in time – I was in ye old England – perhaps not where you were going with this – just my interpretation. Excellent! x

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  19. Such passion! I love it =)

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  24. Citam i prvo mi pada napamet kako malo pomalo pomeras granice, pa mi onda padne na pamet “sta li se u tvojoj glavi zbija” (u najpozitivnijem mogucem smislu, kao koji je to brainstorm inspiracije), naravno ima tu momenata (stihova) koji mi se bas i ne dopadnu na prvu, drugu… i na kraju mi pade napamet da pitam imas li ti neke pesme koje se prate, kao neki koncept, onako 10ak pesama in a row?

    • Pisem kako mi sta nadodje, retko kad ista planiram, ili primecujem da li nesto pisem ovako ili onako, nikad se ne vracam i ispravljam – znaci,kako doslo, tako i ostalo! 😀
      Da idu za redom, tj da su povezane imam ceo Spil karata, za svaku kartu po jedna pesma, imam Vilinski dvor, razlicite vrste vila, za svaku po pesma, za plesove – za svaki po jednu pesmu, i tako… Znaci,moze se reci da imam mnogo serijala 😀

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  26. Beautiful poem! “remember me with the summer, / remember me / when it burns.” – wonderful lines! They’re my favorite.

  27. i always love your work, Oloriel!

  28. Perfection.

  29. You know a good poem when the meaning has to be assiduously worked out. This is a good poem. Before I knew it I had read it five times and was beginning the sixth round. I love words, and to see them applied so skilfully, so impeccably, and with such painstaking metaphor! I am but breathless with admiration. I mean, my heart literally accelerates its beating as I read this poem. I have a collection of old bards like Shelly, Blake, Byron, Yeats, Keats, Poe, etc; this poem is as accomplished as those. Oloriel, I wish I could write like you.

    • Thank you very much for your kind words, believe that they do warm my heart and help me keep going and keep letting the ink speak!
      I do hope I will selfpublish a poetry book soon, and I would love to send you a copy. It would feel like a dream come true to sit on a shelf next to Poe at someone’s home.

      • I’ll appreciate it so much if you sent me a copy. And indeed I will keep next to Poe, Blake, and the others. Thank you, Oloriel. You are gifted. I will visit your log every now and then to find out about the book. Make sure you inform us concerning it. I’ll look forward. May you have an excellent weekend.

      • Unfortunately, there is a long time before that, because I believe the online publishers would have troubles delivering royalties/charging me for anything in my country, I have no idea if they even offer publication to citizens of Serbia.
        But I will give an announcement when it all reaches the final stages 🙂

      • I think they publish for anybody with something to publish. You can research. Amazon, Kindle; Smashwards, etc. I will live to read it, though. Where I come from, we live very long. Don’t underutilize your talent, Oloriel. You have a benevolent gift.

  30. This is wonderful and captivating. The closing “I dreamed you up of flames,
    and on my lips you died.” perfect.

  31. Awesome poem.
    “I dreamed you up of flames,
    and on my lips you died”
    The ending made my heart skip a beat. : )) Fantastic!

  32. I liked the phrase “while the blind strets were empty”. the entire poem was very moving and passionate.

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