Radoslav Vuchkovich poetry
 
          My name is Radoslav Vuchkovich. I was born in Nisevac, (east Serbia-Yugoslavia ) in 1949. I got my degree at the Faculty of Philology, Literature department in Skopje. I live and work in Svrljig, Yugoslavia. Most of the time I spend at a local High School where I work as a teacher of Literature. My poetry was published in five following collections "Three Heart Telling Stories", "Out of Springs of Peshter" (co - author), ,"Roots and Weeds", "Confusion", "Shadowy Less-on". The book ,"After the Crucifixion" is printing now. I was rewarded for writing poetry. I am a member of Serbian Writers Association. I lived in Hamburg four years. 
My present address is:
Radoslav Vuchkovich,
Radetova 6
18360-SVRUIG
Serbia - YUGOSLAVIA   
 
 
GOVORIMO GLASNO   

Govorimo glasno   
da nas ne ubije   
sopstvena ti{ina.   

S druge strane zida   
na{a bra}a }ute:   
cmi{ljaju budu}nost.   

Re~ ako zabrane,   
sve je zabranjeno:   
ACTA EST FABULA.

  
LET'S SPEAK ALOUD  

Let's speak aloud  
in order not to be killed  
by our own deep silence.  

On the other side of the wall,  
our brothers are silent,  
thinking out our future.  

If the word is forbidden  
everything is forbidden:  
ACTA EST FABULA.

  
 
 

DAVAJTE GOVORIT\ GROMKO  

Davajte govorit| grpmko  
~tob} ne ubila nas  
sobstbvenaq ti{ina.  

Za stenoj brat|q na{i bezmoltvuyt:  
pridum}vayt buduwee.  

Slovo esli vospretqt,  
vse vospreweno:       
ACTA EST FABULA

  
  
PROMETEJ    

Potomak bo`anskog roda,    
Okovan,    
na steni bez sna,    
jer otkri vatru ljudima.    

Besmrtni Hiron    
pristade da umre    
za Prometeja    
a ljudima ostade vatra    
da se njome igraju.

  
PROMETHEUS  

The descendant of divine origin,   
bound on the cliff 
without sleep,   
had to be revealed   
in fire to people.   

Eternal Herons accepted  to death,   
for Prometheus,   
and the fire is left   
to people to play with it.   
 (Translation done by Gorica Jovanovich)

  
 
 
 

PROMETEJ 

Potomak bo`eskogo roda 
viset| prigvo`denn}m 
k skale bessonnoj 
pri{los|,ibo ogon| 
on podaril lydqm. 

Bessmertn}j Giron 
rad b}l umret| 
dlq Prometeq, 
a lydqm ostalsq ogon| 
~tob oni s nim igrali. 

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