Title: The Shape
Description: Home of the Shape

We will go far away
To nowhere
To conquer
To fertilize
Until we become tired
Then we will stop
And there will be our home
 
Anti-Shape

The shape looks for its opposite
But the opposite hides

The shape feels it
But doesn’t see it

The opposite is its mother
That’s why she hides her face
 
Almighty Shape

One hand I extend into myself
The other toward others

Both are the extended
Hands of the Almighty Shape

My secret is simple
All secrets are simple
 
The Shape and a Smile

I recreate myself
That is my only power

In search of a smile—
A smile is light

I enjoy it when the world smiles
The more smiles, the warmer I am

I smile
Because others are cold too
 
The Shape and Warmth

Insufficient to himself only
By himself he warms others up

Searching for a smile
He avoids the spent shapes
 
The Shape’s Speech

Until the end of his journey
Movement will be his story

One of the stories is the light
Passing from story to story

He stops only
When he gets tired of them all
 
Father and Son

You ask how it is possible
To be your own father and son

You should seek answers
Although it is better to anticipate some
To be the light and dream
 
The Cloud and the Shape

The cloud is the first shape
He expands and compresses at the same time

He retorts his desire into the multitude
Smiling as he swallows himself up
 
HAPPINESS OF ATOMS
 
The Shape and Society

You are so alone

Large shapes endure in the distance
The crowd destroys them

And this that you call solitude
Is in fact a big crowd
 
The Big and the Small Shape

From the same place we come
But you don’t remember that

Still, you carry a part of my grandeur;
Without you, I am nothing
 
Happiness of Atoms

I am a shining shape
A big Atom and the small Sun

I love movement
Uncatchable

Sometimes you see me
But don’t recognize from the inside

I’m neither enigmatic
Nor discontented

You would say that I am happy
 
Shape’s Weakness

You are made from me
I’m saddened by your sadness

Powerless to do anything
Through your weakness, weaker I become
 
The Life of the Shape

In some shapes I am alive
In some—dead

I am the shape who creates shapes
Creating means living
 
Glow

Sullen
You don’t rejoice in my glow

If you would just understand my glow
You would start glowing too
 
Deafness

I like to talk
To your deafness

I ask the silence: why?
My clarity is obscure

I remind you, spoil you
In deafness

I admonish you, punish you
With this weak voice of mine
 
Imitation

You anticipate my unmistakable laws
But overlook them

Instead of imitating me
You simply loiter
 
Citizens of the City of Light

I am the shore and the ocean
Awaiting myself on both sides

I travel
Always arriving in the same place

Imaginative
I always find the best way

Happy while traveling
I watch the light

Multitudes of homes-citizens
Inhabit the city through which I swim
 
Return from the Dream

What kind of a dream was it
And what kind of return?

The dream was not ugly
That’s why I stay mute

Words won’t describe what I saw
Only through silence can I express it

If I would really start talking
You would become silent
 
Mathematics

My mathematics is simple
One plus one = one

Your problem is in that
You like to add

With me: one minus one = one
With you: it’s zero

Here lies the only difference
 
I and I

I don’t know if you are me
Or I am neither I nor you

I lose faith in mathematics
Logical and rigid

What with those
That even zero doesn’t accept

Mathematics doesn’t care
About those beyond the numbers
 
Motion

Through everything I have passed
But nowhere I have been

In the biggest and the smallest I sleep
But at the same place I stay

Wherever I go
I run into myself
Subjects: The Shape, Dejan Stojanovic, Serbian poetry, Serbian poets, Eastern European poets, Poetry in translation, poetry books