Date: 10.1.2013.TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
Decision of the Jury "SEEKING FOR A POEM 2012"
Among 102 poets and poetess from 37 countries from all over the World, The Jury of 2 Competition "SEEKING FOR A POEM" (members: Giuseppe Napolitano from Italy and Sabahudin Had?ialić from Bosnia and Herzegovina) unanimously have decided the following: FIRST PRIZE WINNER
1. POEM "The Eye of John Keats in Rome"The Eye of John Keats in Rome
For hours it stands in the window once in a while it throws itself onto the Spanish Steps or into the Tiber if onto the steps it bursts and then returns intact like a gel medusa to the dark-skinned palm of a street vendor if into the water it swims and then flies to dry its wings it sweeps the Hadrian arches of the bridges the sky of the Vatican domes the horizons? caravans of stone pines in the evening it orders the same wine in the same bar at last it returns to the window and writes on the pane with its finger the crowds on the steps won?t let it sleep it doesn?t know what to do next so it starts all over from the pupil from the core translated by Ewa Hryniewicz-Yarbrough 1. POEM "OKO JOHNA KEATSA U RIMU"OKO JOHNA KEATSA U RIMU
Cijelim satovima stoji na prozoru ponekad se baca na Španjolske stube ili u Tibar ako na stube rasprskava se pa se kasnije vraća netaknuto ko meduza od gela na tamnoputi dlan uličnog prodavača ako u vodu pliva pa kasnije ljeti da isuši krila mostovima pometa Hadrijanove arkade vatikanskim kupolama nebo horizontima - karavane pinija uvečer naručuje isto vino u istom kafiću na kraju vraća se prozoru i prstom piše na staklu gužva na stubama ne daje spavati ono ne zna što raditi dalje počinje dakle sve od početka od zjenice od jezgra. Prevod na BHS jezik /Translated in BHS language: Grzegorz Łatuszyński more Author: Krystyna Lenkowska, Rzeszów, Poland
Explanation of the Jury: 1. POEM "The Eye of John Keats in Rome" Krystyna Lenkowska, Rzeszów, Poland
"Here lies One whose Name was writ in Water."
The last request of John Keats (1795-1821) was to be placed under a tombstone bearing no name or date, only the words.
A story telling poem with a sign of prophecy having in mind that the message of words is nothing else but a hint of thoughts encountering with alternative visions. Of what? Remembering! Why? To survive the world of enviness and the world of sorrow. Again, why? To be human, is the answer. To be like...the part of...The eye of John Keats in Rome.
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