Poetry from Azemina Krehic

Azemina Krehic

Trieste, march 2019.

He put his arm around my shoulders and led me through the small door to Bottega del Nonno

- La Veglia di Finnegan, se ne hai una?

Then we walked along one of the narrow streets towards the castle of San Giusto.
He was holding a book in his right hand all the time, his veins were swollen,
And he would hold my forearm with his left when we were climbing.
I felt so safe, as if the Lord had placed all the power in his hands.
(Actually, this could be a poem about his hands.
How I loved his hands!)

"I am forever trapped, walking along the river, always returning to the castle..." – he quoted.

   - That life until now was a sketch drawn with a graphite pencil, the fragments of which we will
     be able to erase, and what is inside us are colors. Let's start painting!

I looked for a moment at the sidewalks where the weeds had grown, and then at his big eyes where
the darkness had grown.
The wind opened around us,
The guards fell asleep long ago,
The walls grew like giants,
Distant history played with our depths,
And it seemed insignificant to us
Compared to this one that is just starting.

Azemina Krehić was born on October 14, 1992 in Metković, Republic of Croatia.
Winner of several international awards for poetry, including:
Award of university professors in Trieste, 2019.,
„Mak Dizdar“ award, 2020.
Award of the Publishing Foundation of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2021.
„Fra Martin Nedić“ Award, 2022.

She is represented in several international anthologies of poetry.