HADRIAN, to a LIKENESS, HIDDEN

To Thrace I have come, not on account of Rome. To Thrace I have come, not on account of Latin festivals. To Thrace I have come, not on account of pompous expanses. To Thrace I have come for something quivering, inviting, that has never existed in the senses and in reason before. To Thrace I have come On account of one wild spring. I thought perhaps the one I seek is still here, the one similar to me, the one I have postponed for too long as just before death when the rings are removed in a manner slow and solemn or when with royal deliberation earthly vestments are set aside.

Autorentext

Ivana Milankov, born in1952, in Belgrade, Serbia.Finished studies of English language and literature at Belgrade University. Author of seven books of poetry and one book of poetical prose - dreams diary. Translator of English and American poetry [E.Dickinson,S.Plath, W.B.Yeats,W.Blake, A.Ginzberg etc].