A great man is one who collects knowledge the way a bee collects honey and uses it to help people overcome the difficulties they endure - hunger, ignorance and disease!
- Nikola Tesla

Remember, remember always, that all of us, and you and I especially, are descended from immigrants and revolutionists.
- Franklin Roosevelt

While their territory has been devastated and their homes despoiled, the spirit of the Serbian people has not been broken.
- Woodrow Wilson

Stephen Stepanchev

Dr. Stephen Stepanchev has inspired several generations of writers who have taken his creative writing classes from 1949 to 1985 at Queens College.

As Professor Emeritus of English, he now spends his time writing and reading poems in public places all across the City, and all the more so with his title as the first Poet Laureate of the borough of Queens, an appellation assigned for the period of 1997 through the year 2000.

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Stepanchev is a consummate poetic craftsman. He arises every day at four a.m. to struggle with a few phrases and polish a few lines before his morning walk through Flushing. His poems, like his life, reflect the rich immigrant experience so familiar to our neighborhoods.

Stephen Stepanchev was born in Mokrin, Yugoslavia, in 1915. His mother brought him to Chicago when he was seven, where he quickly picked up English in his immigrant neighborhood. On a scholarship, he went to the University of Chicago, received his bachelor's and master's degrees and was elected to Phi Beta Kappa.

During World War II, he served in the U.S. Army, working in the Adjutant General's Office in London, Paris and Frankfurt. He received a Bronze Star Medal at the end of the War.

He has published a major critique of American poetry - American Poetry Since 1945 - ten collections of poems, and appears regularly in such venues as The New Yorker and Poetry magazines. He recently appeared in The Bedford Introduction to Literature, a major College anthology.

Biographical sketch by Robert C. Weller
Photograph by Nancy Bareis


СТЕФАН (СВЕТОЗАР) СТЕПАНЧЕВ, песник из Мокрина (Банат). Магистрирао је на Универзитету у Чикагу и докторирао америчку књижевност на Универзитету у Њујорку. 1949. Почео је да предаје на Одељењу за енглески на Квинс Колеџу, где је остао све до пензионисања 1985. Објавио је девет књига поезије, писао за Американски Србобран. Песме су му објављивање у престижним часописима Poetri, Modern poetri stadis, Njujork Kvarteli а два броја часописа Sperou посвећена су његовим делима.

Раша Попов је 1977. превео његове песме на српски, објављене су у Вршцу у збирци Голубица на багрему.

Познат је и као аутор књиге Америчка поезија од 1945. године која се користи у средњим школама и на колеџима широм САД.


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Milorad Čavić

From Official website

Name: Milorad Čavić
Nickname: Mike, and Čavke
Birthday: 31 May 1984
Height: 6’6” (198cm)
Weight: 215 lbs (97kg)

University: University of California at Berkeley 2007
Major: Political Economics
Interests: Spending time with friends and family, movies, documentaries, nightlife, sports, animals, spear fishing, traveling.

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Publishing

Poemes de Jovan Dučić / Песме Јована Дучића

Translated into French by Petar Bubresko. Bilingual edition (French and Serbian)

The first bilingual edition translations of poems in French of this prince of Serbian poetry. These translations of poems Dučić meet two objectives: to publicize the work of the poet to Francophone readers and pay tribute to both the Serbian language Dučić and French language to which the great poet and Petar Bubreško were passionately attached. This book is dedicated to Leposava Bubreško (1923-2013) professor Bubreško’s wife who wanted so much this work to be published.

Publishers: Sebastian Press, Vidoslov, and Metokhia

216 pages, soft bound, published in 2015, price $15


Песме Јована Дучића

На француски језик превео проф. др Петар Д. Бубрешко

Ова књига је посвећена Лепосави Бубрешко (1923-2013), супрузи професора Петра Д. Бубрешка, која је толико желела да ово дело изађе на светлост

Саиздавачи: Видослов, Требиње и Metokhia, Paris

ПОЕЗИЈА

Мирна као мрамор, хладна као сена,
Ти си бледо тихо девојче што снева.
Пусти песма других нека буде жена,
Што по нечистим улицама пева.

Ја не мећем на те ђинђуве са траком,
Него жуте руже у те косе дуге:
Буди одвећ лепа да се свиђаш сваком,
Одвећ горда да би живела за друге.

Буди одвећ тужна са сопствених јада,
Да би ишла икад да тешиш ко страда,
А чедна, да водиш гомиле што нагле.

И стој равнодушна, док око твог тела,
Место китњастог и раскошног одела,
Лебди само прамен тајанствене магле.

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