
Zemlja Crnica
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He was left alone in the world when playful hunters, hunting pheasants, shot from a double barrel and hit his parents, who were forced by the dogs to fly from the bushes where they were pecking at snails.
The book of poems by Irena Skopljak Barić Moja begins unexpectedly with its ending, a decisive point that is a conclusion, appropriation and dedication, but shares them equally with others, "with my own".
Writing in the first person singular, Stojić depicted the life and dreams, experience and fate, defeat and loss of homeland of a generation, a city, an era.
The following pages are torn from the book of the people's revolution. From the book? No, from the womb, from the veins, from the bloodstream, from the roots of life. They are the history of love.
This is a collection of poetry that explores the inner world of a woman, her feelings, identity, search for meaning, and place in the world.