Written by Mak Dizdar Once upon a time a worthy questioner asked:Forgive me who is and what sirWhere isWhence andWhither sirPrithee siris thisBosniaThe questioned swiftly replied in this wise:Forgive me there once was a land sir called BosniaA fasting a frosty aFootsore a drossy aLand forgive meThat wakes from sleep sirWith aDefiantSneer From the book: […]
Written by Nermin DONLAGIC For your lips and bosoms warmSailors sail through many a storm. For your movements and love unsealedPlowmen sell their fields and yield. For your smiles and hidden charmsBankers have handcuffed their arms. For your eyes and lengthy hairGypsies’ violins lure out tears. For your perfume and pearls like ice Gamblers place […]
Written by Nermin DONLAGIC There are poems that cannot endure wordsBecause words are often so frail. So weak are my rhymes written in painTo transfer my pain on paper plain. But this is not poem of painThis is a poem of truth,And the truth, only the truthCan alleviate true pain! The truth that should be […]
Written by Nermin DONLAGIC What a wonderful sight,The Moon and river in calm night. As if all beauties of the UniverseAre poured over the river’s face. The moon has fallen on the river bad Its golden beams are greatly shed. Restless waters glow in the river Like the lovers amid love’s fever. Silver shining water […]
War-weary, mournful victims –Grim, apocalyptic episodes –A daily bombs’ roulette –Insanity in the midst of starvation –That world’s a Draconian composition –A survival plea… Humanity Darkened colours swirl throughHumanity’s small windows.Beauty and love umbrellasAre snapped away byBlind limousines passing by. Immigrant’s Story The pale face ofA clenched immigrant,Confused and different,Popping in a xenophobic mixAnd useless, […]
Artist commemorates 20th anniversary of “ethnic cleansing” in home country November 16, 2012 by Mattie Quinn Samir Biscevic, Norwood Park resident, studied to be an artist in his native country Bosnia and Herzegovina. When Serbs began their “ethnic cleansing” of Bosnians during the breakup of Yugoslavia, Biscevic emigrated to America to continue a career as an […]
Written by Nermin DONLAGIC I found myself at the dawn of a new day,And that might have been enoughTo deem myself a happy one. It appeared that I had a nice nightOne in which I had not overslept. And that might have been enoughTo deem myself a happy one. This morning I went to have […]
Written by Nermin DONLAGIC Do you sometimes stop by the quiet inn, like you used to,And sit at the wooden table in the corner?Is there anyone there to listen to you intently While you talk about Buddha and Krishna? Do you sometimes come to a silent riverTo steal an hour from a dreary day?Can the […]
Written by Nermin DONLAGIC There is Bosnia and Bosnia shall be,After bleeding rivers themselves purify, And canons cease to spit their fire, And steel rains forever stop,And graveyard flowers their heads drop. There is Bosnia and Bosnia shall be,Even after desecrated wombsCry out the fruits of monstrous deeds,And when processions of dazed people,Make fire without […]
By Manya A. Brachear Tribune staff reporter Published July 12, 2005 It took Bosnian artist Samir Biscevic three years to recover memories of the war in his homeland and portray the horrific scenes harbored in his mind. “Slowly, little by little, I wanted my artwork to be dedicated to Bosnian victims,” he said. “Talking about […]
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