Nedeljko Terzic (1949) is a prominent Serbian writer, an author of the fifty five book titles. The first verses he published as a high school student in 1967, and already in 1969 he published in the daily press, with his original signature. He is represented in more than a hundred anthologies and poetry elections in Serbia and abroad. He has won a number of literary awards and recognitions both in Serbia and abroad. His books has been published in Italy, Austria, Australia, England, Macedonia, France, Greece, Turkey, Bulgaria, Romania, Slovakia, Poland, Slovenia and Hungary. Foreign newspapers and magazines wrote about his works in the following countries: Macedonia, Brazil, Japan, Germany, Greece and Romania. … H is the only one from Serbia is the member of the writers’ association Deutsche Haiku Gesellschaft in Hamburg.
The diversity and extensiveness of Nedeljko Terzic’s literary works put him in a group of the few writers’ working hard in contemporary Serbian literature, and more and more frequent translations of his works are the result of discovery of the writer’s identity, as well as a simple narration suitable for translation. Hi member Assoziaton writers Vojvodina and Asotiation writers from Serbia.Live in Sremska Mitrovica.
There I am.
Watching through the window.
And I see myself walking along a road.
The road is like broken glass.
I know everything as if I had seen.
There I am, at your home.
Walking on broken glass.
The places are known to me,
the seed of plants I`m walking on
is known to me,
and you are also konwn to me.
And there I am, on the far away road.
I`m swinging from the exclamation mark
to the question mark:
I`m alive brother!
There I go.
It`s time for me
YOU WILL BE A BIRD OF EDEN
Oh, you, the mistress of the last benches
in small gardens
come back to your yard
and sit down on a small three-legged chair
into a thick shade between two walnut trees.
You have been caught like a turtledove
into a false information
that archeologists have discovered the Gate of Eden
and you have already bought the ticket for entry.
Very long queues are standing in vain,
come out the turtledove
you are so tender anyway
to stand next to last one in the queue.
The Eden one reaches by a winding shortcut
passing through a few
false gates of the Hell installed
but only one of them is right
and everyone must pass through it
at least once in his life.
You have not reached this door
I have watched over you
as you were a golden fish
hanging in the air
and when I stop doing this
you yourself will seek the way for your flight.
There is only one right gate,
whenever you would hear
a melodic squeaking in front of you,
you were mistaken
thinking you had found it.
I leave you now with all my untold words
and with my thoughts which daily
I used to send into the space
for you to be on the first bench
welcomed in the garden of Eden
like its mistress.