so, let's here post stuff that when you read makes that nice little shiver throughout your body, doesn't have to be actual poem, a phrase or quotation, just anything that makes you feel that way. ill start by my favorite poems of all, original is in Serbian so I tried my best to translate it, forgive me for any grammar or spelling errors ^^
the immortal poem
I
If you hear: I died
and I was dear to your heart
Maybe something inside you will also suddenly turn gray
Have you ever at all thought about the true meaning of life?
Like snow on your palm, childhood melting away in you.
Worries . Are there any worries? Sorrows Are there any sorrows?
On the ladder of imagination boldly climb up to your youth.
That beautiful but enticing rainbow is waiting for you over there.
And live your life.
Live it to the very last drop. Dont nibble days like a mouse.
Chew the air with all your teeth.
Run faster than the winds and the birds. Overtake them all.
Because, every eternity is short.
Smiling faces, in some mirrors, all of a sudden become wrinkled.
Unexpected: at some corner, a tear ambushes you.
Troubles come tiptoeing. Years turn grayer.
All of a sudden, the world, while youre walking
becomes more and more narrow
And your laughter quieter and quieter and somehow distorted
Therefore, live, but fully!
II
Really, have you sometimes thought about what does it mean to die?
And where in fact does a man disappear?
What is it that takes him away forever?
Dont go to cemeteries.
You wont understand a thing.
Cemeteries are the darkest fair and an ugly theater.
You are not meant for such theaters, with no hope and fire,
the theaters of dried up tears, where graveyard rules reign,
where there are no quarrels and songs, and no applause.
And the end is known in advance.
When playing riots and your formlessness,
dont you ever wish to secretly reach new dimensions of sense
in neighboring futures?
Ill explain it to you one day. If you find me there.
You know what Ill do: Ill brake your toy,
the one called pain,
if you get up the courage.
Im not lying to you I invent
things that have to exist,
but you havent discovered them yet, because you havent even looked for them.
Remember: reality is more real if you add unreal to it.
You will know me by silence. The eternal ones dont talk.
To outwit the wisdom, learn how to listen.
Great answers show themselves to you
After countless births and some petty deaths,
when you realize one day that all that breathing doesnt make a life,
Really, come to me,
to touch you with light and turn you into thought.
Even the farthest future has its future that carries inside the voice of its future
And there are no empty worlds.
The thing that we are not aware of is not nonexistence
but existence without us.
III
If you hear: I died
heres what it will really mean:
Thousands of colorful fish will be fluttering through my eye.
And the ground will hide me. And the grass will hide me.
And, in the meanwhile,
Ill be flying high High
Remember: there are no limits, but only temporary limits.
Ill be sailing above you at downs. Downwind, slippery like silk.
Ill be showing you horizons, outlines of rising era
and future sights with beauty of invisible wings.
Ill be resting from unimportant, like galactic flocks,
that have grown together by pulsation ongoing in their souls.
Ill be resting from unimportant, like deep forests,
that have grown together by branches into dense embraces.
Ill be resting from unimportant like big birds,
that have grown together by wings and weaved a net in the entire sky.
Ill be resting from unimportant like great loves,
that had grown together by lips, even before they met.
Do you really think that my hand, knee, or head,
could, tomorrow, turn into clay,
willows root
and grass?
Do you really think that a small secret, or a silly fear,
could, tomorrow, turn into silence,
darkness,
and dust?
You know I come from somewhere from the stars.
Im all made out of light.
Nothing in me will
extinguish or shorten
I will only, as simple as that, at one random dawn,
return to my distant Sun, with gold in my eyes.
Because, I was meant for theaters
with plenty of heart and zeal, theaters of laughter and tears,
where there is no order, where there is quarreling,
and singing, and screaming, and applause.
And the end is not known in advance.
Being punished for my every thought, let alone my every deed,
Im suspected of tenderness
And found guilty for not extinguishing love with hatred
but with new, bigger love
and I dont extinguish life with death,
but with something differently alive.
The last borders of infinity are just the beginning of more endless.
He who lasts longer than more lasting knows not for short term knowledge.
Never torture yourself with the question: how to survive,
But: how not to die after the final death.
IV
If you hear: I died
Dont worry. In every century somebody mistakes me for
the tired and old.
Theres nowhere as many people as in one man.
There is nowhere as many differences as in the same things.
If you scratch through the spaces, youll dig me out of the wind.
Im in the water, in the stones, in every dusk and dawn.
Being humanly versatile doesnt mean being dehumanized
I am dividable by all sorts of things, but not indestructible.
And all those miraculous states and renewal of myself
are nothing but a maelstrom
dull,
persistent,
long.
Do you know what are prophecies?
Molds of past occurrences and their breathlessness that chases itself around.
So why say goodbye? What are we sorry for?
I have lived a magnificent life
because I really knew how to do it
If you hear: I died,
- dont believe it.
Because its something I dont know how to do.
Love is the only air Ive ever breathed
and laughter the only language in the world that I understood
I have just dropped by on this earth, to give you a wink.
To leave something behind
like a fluttering trace.
Therefore, dont be sad.
The only thing I care for is
to remain silly in your eyes and strangely dear to your heart.
At night, when you look up to the sky,
you give me a wink too
let it be a secret.
In spite of gray days,
when you see a comet turning the horizon red,
remember: its me
still silly flying and living.
the immortal poem
I
If you hear: I died
and I was dear to your heart
Maybe something inside you will also suddenly turn gray
Have you ever at all thought about the true meaning of life?
Like snow on your palm, childhood melting away in you.
Worries . Are there any worries? Sorrows Are there any sorrows?
On the ladder of imagination boldly climb up to your youth.
That beautiful but enticing rainbow is waiting for you over there.
And live your life.
Live it to the very last drop. Dont nibble days like a mouse.
Chew the air with all your teeth.
Run faster than the winds and the birds. Overtake them all.
Because, every eternity is short.
Smiling faces, in some mirrors, all of a sudden become wrinkled.
Unexpected: at some corner, a tear ambushes you.
Troubles come tiptoeing. Years turn grayer.
All of a sudden, the world, while youre walking
becomes more and more narrow
And your laughter quieter and quieter and somehow distorted
Therefore, live, but fully!
II
Really, have you sometimes thought about what does it mean to die?
And where in fact does a man disappear?
What is it that takes him away forever?
Dont go to cemeteries.
You wont understand a thing.
Cemeteries are the darkest fair and an ugly theater.
You are not meant for such theaters, with no hope and fire,
the theaters of dried up tears, where graveyard rules reign,
where there are no quarrels and songs, and no applause.
And the end is known in advance.
When playing riots and your formlessness,
dont you ever wish to secretly reach new dimensions of sense
in neighboring futures?
Ill explain it to you one day. If you find me there.
You know what Ill do: Ill brake your toy,
the one called pain,
if you get up the courage.
Im not lying to you I invent
things that have to exist,
but you havent discovered them yet, because you havent even looked for them.
Remember: reality is more real if you add unreal to it.
You will know me by silence. The eternal ones dont talk.
To outwit the wisdom, learn how to listen.
Great answers show themselves to you
After countless births and some petty deaths,
when you realize one day that all that breathing doesnt make a life,
Really, come to me,
to touch you with light and turn you into thought.
Even the farthest future has its future that carries inside the voice of its future
And there are no empty worlds.
The thing that we are not aware of is not nonexistence
but existence without us.
III
If you hear: I died
heres what it will really mean:
Thousands of colorful fish will be fluttering through my eye.
And the ground will hide me. And the grass will hide me.
And, in the meanwhile,
Ill be flying high High
Remember: there are no limits, but only temporary limits.
Ill be sailing above you at downs. Downwind, slippery like silk.
Ill be showing you horizons, outlines of rising era
and future sights with beauty of invisible wings.
Ill be resting from unimportant, like galactic flocks,
that have grown together by pulsation ongoing in their souls.
Ill be resting from unimportant, like deep forests,
that have grown together by branches into dense embraces.
Ill be resting from unimportant like big birds,
that have grown together by wings and weaved a net in the entire sky.
Ill be resting from unimportant like great loves,
that had grown together by lips, even before they met.
Do you really think that my hand, knee, or head,
could, tomorrow, turn into clay,
willows root
and grass?
Do you really think that a small secret, or a silly fear,
could, tomorrow, turn into silence,
darkness,
and dust?
You know I come from somewhere from the stars.
Im all made out of light.
Nothing in me will
extinguish or shorten
I will only, as simple as that, at one random dawn,
return to my distant Sun, with gold in my eyes.
Because, I was meant for theaters
with plenty of heart and zeal, theaters of laughter and tears,
where there is no order, where there is quarreling,
and singing, and screaming, and applause.
And the end is not known in advance.
Being punished for my every thought, let alone my every deed,
Im suspected of tenderness
And found guilty for not extinguishing love with hatred
but with new, bigger love
and I dont extinguish life with death,
but with something differently alive.
The last borders of infinity are just the beginning of more endless.
He who lasts longer than more lasting knows not for short term knowledge.
Never torture yourself with the question: how to survive,
But: how not to die after the final death.
IV
If you hear: I died
Dont worry. In every century somebody mistakes me for
the tired and old.
Theres nowhere as many people as in one man.
There is nowhere as many differences as in the same things.
If you scratch through the spaces, youll dig me out of the wind.
Im in the water, in the stones, in every dusk and dawn.
Being humanly versatile doesnt mean being dehumanized
I am dividable by all sorts of things, but not indestructible.
And all those miraculous states and renewal of myself
are nothing but a maelstrom
dull,
persistent,
long.
Do you know what are prophecies?
Molds of past occurrences and their breathlessness that chases itself around.
So why say goodbye? What are we sorry for?
I have lived a magnificent life
because I really knew how to do it
If you hear: I died,
- dont believe it.
Because its something I dont know how to do.
Love is the only air Ive ever breathed
and laughter the only language in the world that I understood
I have just dropped by on this earth, to give you a wink.
To leave something behind
like a fluttering trace.
Therefore, dont be sad.
The only thing I care for is
to remain silly in your eyes and strangely dear to your heart.
At night, when you look up to the sky,
you give me a wink too
let it be a secret.
In spite of gray days,
when you see a comet turning the horizon red,
remember: its me
still silly flying and living.
