Milosava Pavlovic, a poet, has so far published two collections of poems:
Igra (The Game), Belgrade, Cigoja stampa, 2012.
and Igrac (The Game Player), Pancevo, ZIZA collection, published by “Pancevac“ and the Section of Writers of the Municipality of Pancevo 1983.
She wrote and published poetry in many literary magazines (high school journal NE, Knjizevne novine, Knjizevna rec), several issues of the journal Rukopisi (published by KPZ Vojvodina), gave readings at various literary events, and won many awards in a period from 1978 – 1984.
She currently resides in Pancevo, Serbia.
B.A., Communications, Faculty for Media and Communications, University of Singidunum,
Belgrade (240 BSP), 4 year.
B.A. (final year), Comparative Liteature and Theory of Literature, Organisation of Cultural
Activities Stream, Philolgy Faculty, University of Belgrade, 4 year.
Passed, National exam for work in banking, 1 year.
High School diploma, Social studies, Russian and French languages, Uros Predic High
School, Pancevo, 4 year.
English, advanced comprehension; Russian, basic comprehension; French, basic
Not even the position of the fetus
Soothes the pain
Of these empty hands
I hide my head
under a pillow
Threatens to fall down
It doesn’t matter
I don’t want a Valium
…into a Dream
DAUGHTER, THRE YEARS OLD
She wants me to let her go
She can do it on her own
Release her hand
WHEN IT RAINS
I am calm,
even if the rain curls my hair
From myself I cast off
the piled up garbage
of the civilized days
I put on
and go out to dinner
A PLATE, A ROOM, A HOUSE OF DWARFS
on the palette
Not a step outside the body
Not a step on its own
I push the plate away
Far from myself,
neither naked, nor warm,
I am taken in
By the appearance of The Big room
I add myself
I hide my face
through the keyhole
I don’t want to go to the House of Dwarfs
DAUGHTER, FOURTEEN YEARS OLD
What she doesn’t know is that we are both aching
She over her first,
I over my last love
My recipe book
An alchemy of smell, taste, pleasure
new, authentic, sweet, sickly
It holds attention, seduces, shines
I cook more and more these days
with a feeling of joy, discovery and enlightenment
Becoming aware of Plato, Hegel, God, Myself
I felt the same
to move the library into the kitchen