Poets
Duska talks of the many sides of poets in an inward looking verse, seeking comradeship, at the close of the poem. Poets are a gang,pretending nomads,indecisive interpretersof banalities and...
Mystic Rains
A poignant poem of bitter-sweet love by Duska. I was picking red peonies with you last nightby the muddy Bistrica river.From the sky were falling white petals on usfrom...
Isidora
Duska pays her tribute to one of 20 th century’s important woman writer, Isidora.* Fifty years, fifty summers, you have lain here, my Isidora, knitting moonlight in Topčider Cemetery,...
To Find my own Word
Duska tries to find her own word, her own voice, as all poets and writers do in this verse. Countless poets have already told ...
There are People
Duska’s intense and evocative poem of many people around us. There are people you don’t have to talk to understand them. You don’t have to see them regularly send...
You Come
Duska sees the individual, the lover, in nature. She transcends the small self to seek truth in the greater self. You come seek shelter open your mouth but there’s...
When a Child Dies
A heart-wrenching poem by Duska. For Nikola When a child dies it’s wrong to weep every sob ...
Heavenly Things
Here’s a love poem by Duska that works at many levels, the sensuous, personal and the divine. On a dark veil of my confused night with your finger, like...