Diffident, I Am

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Be my spring in the deserted winter,
When everything withers inside me.
Shine on me like the spring sun,
Don’t let me freeze from the chill.
Be
my spring-fragrant flowers,
Be the hyacinth blue and my daffodil yellow.
A white falcon circling the blue sky,
A songbird never heard of.
I’ll
be your little bee,
That doesn’t rest in summer a single day.
To land on your petals,
To collect pollen from your orb.
Spring
is dearest to me,
And wherefore I’ll make you mine.
All the time I feel the best in it,
I’ll never want to lose you yet again.
I‘ll
cling you like a nightingale in the nest,
I am your modest blue violet.
I’ll decorate your fields with aromatics,
You won’t discern between dream and reality.
….
(Self-translation
from Bosnian)
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Be my spring in the deserted winter,
When everything withers inside me.
Shine on me like the spring sun,
Don’t let me freeze from the chill.
Be
my spring-fragrant flowers,
Be the hyacinth blue and my daffodil yellow.
A white falcon circling the blue sky,
A songbird never heard of.
I’ll
be your little bee,
That doesn’t rest in summer a single day.
To land on your petals,
To collect pollen from your orb.
Spring
is dearest to me,
And wherefore I’ll make you mine.
All the time I feel the best in it,
I’ll never want to lose you yet again.
I‘ll
cling you like a nightingale in the nest,
I am your modest blue violet.
I’ll decorate your fields with aromatics,
You won’t discern between dream and reality.
….
(Self-translation from Bosnian)
****
Author
Born in 1957 in Travnik, Bosnia and Herzegovina. Currently she lives and works in Washington DC, USA. Derviša Grabus Čolaković has published four books of poetry: “𝘡𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘢” (Life Paths of Existence) 2021, “𝘛𝘪𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪” (Quiet Footsteps) 2022, “𝘡𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘢” (Life and Destiny) 2022, and “𝘒𝘢𝘱 𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘭𝘫𝘶𝘣𝘢𝘷𝘪” (A Drop in the Ocean of Love) 2023. Her poems are published in several anthologies and collections of poetry. She is a member of the World Literary Academy, winner of the Golden Certificate, and an author in the Encyclopedia of the Best World Poets.
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