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Dejan Stojanovic

Dejan Stojanović (Serbian: Дејан Стојановић, pronounced [dejan stojanoʋitɕ]; born 11 March 1959) is a Serbian poet, writer, essayist, philosopher, businessman, and former journalist. His poetry is characterized by a recognizable system of thought and poetic devices, bordering on philosophy, and, overall, it has a highly reflective tone. According to the critic Petar V. Arbutina, “Stojanović belongs to the small and autochthonous circle of poets who have been the main creative and artistic force of the Serbian poetry in the last several decades."

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Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

Lasts, Night, Waiting

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

Corrected, Teaching, Teaching Others

Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.

Black, Color, Final, White

From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.

Old, Old Places, Side, Sides, Think, Thinking

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

Doe, Infinity, Mean

Nothing is part of everything.

Everything, Nothing, Part

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

Emotional, Feelings, Loud, Shy, Words

A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.

Echoes, Hidden, Lexicon, Lexicons, Opens, Silence

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

Comfort, Deceit, Deceive, Help, May, Say

To understand possible means to understand impossible.

Impossible, Mean, Possible, Understand

If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it?

Awaken, Emptiness, Empty, Ifs

The farther away, the closer the home becomes.

Away, Becomes, Farther, Home, Literature

I recreate myself; that is my only power.

Power, Recreate

All those big words produce disgust today.

Big, Bigs, Produce, Today, Words

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

Forget, Old, Remain, Same, Stories

Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.

Care, Mathematics, Numbers

The night is still waiting.

Night, Stills, Waiting

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

Inner Light, Light, Lights, Missing

With your goal you make the one.

Goal, Make

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

Beautiful, Poem, World, Write, Writing

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