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Poetry
Posted on Sep 14th, 2006
by 
Altazar
Altazar
When I was a child I loved writing poetry. I have many of these songs written on pieces of paper or in letters. But, I don't have copies of letters I've sent. There was a girl, her name is Helena. She has some of my poetry. And I have some of her poetry. We were poets while we went to school together. Here is one of my first poems, written at age of ten, approximately.
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Bijeli konj jurio je poljem bijelim.
U jednom trenu odskočio je od bijele zemlje
I popeo se na bijelo nebo.
Bijelo Sunce ga je dozivalo,
A bijeli konjić je nestao
U bijeloj praznini nebeskoj.
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Bijeli konj jurio je poljem bijelim.
U jednom trenu odskočio je od bijele zemlje
I popeo se na bijelo nebo.
Bijelo Sunce ga je dozivalo,
A bijeli konjić je nestao
U bijeloj praznini nebeskoj.
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This is a quick translation:
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White horse was running through the white fields.
At one moment he jumped from the white grounds
And climbed to the white skies.
White Sun was calling him
But the little white horse disappeared
In the white emptiness above.
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White horse was running through the white fields.
At one moment he jumped from the white grounds
And climbed to the white skies.
White Sun was calling him
But the little white horse disappeared
In the white emptiness above.
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Altazar, I have a great website for you: http://www.glenhighlandfarm.com/camp_bc_for_kids.htm
Recently I discovered why I wrote this poem. I've heard an old story about my grandfather's Blagoje fantastic white horse Zekan (name meaning: Bunny). In the willage where my father's family lived, there was a man named Dušan Skelić (name meaning: Soul-Man Ferry) who was able to see the future. One day he saw my grandfather and told him to sell Zekan the same day, because tomorrow he will lose him anyway. My grandfather was sad, because he knew that Dušan never fails. He sold Zekan the same day and went back home in tears. After a few days someone told my grandfather what happened with Zekan that day. The man who bought Zekan put flour bags on Zekan's back and whip him once (grandfather never did that to Zekan, he was talking with him). Zekan started to run, entered the river, went upstream, probably wanted to go home, to the north. The burden got wet, and Zekan got drowned. And that was not the whole story. The man who bought Zekan got heart attack and died a few days later. Grandfather was crying many days after. I've also heard some other family prophecies. Everything that man foresaw, happened. I don't have an idea how it is possible and really don't like any kind of prophecies. I never read horoscopes, but I think astrology is interesting and logical. The Space influences human behaviour.
In the Whitehorse poem I notice the influence of the Beatles' song Blackbird (and the meaning of my family name is blackbird!). Also, my grandfather's name meaning is - gentle. He was a realy gentle, silent man. Strange coincidences.
By the way, my name's meaning is: worker (rad = labour in Croatian, wheel in German).
White horse is mentioned in Slavic mythology. See: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Svetovid.