Consistently closing historical distance, Drago Štambuk establishes the magical simultaneity such as we find at Cavafy and Seferis. “His poetry is solemn and moving” writes Milana Vuković Runjić; penetrating all the way to phosphoric ancestral bones, the poet moves like a psychonaut between the world of living and world of the dead; if necessary, he will open the very graves. Some of his pre-war poems are terrifying and apocalyptic predictions.