Gedicht
Marko Vešovic
summa summarum
The leaves of the ilex by the graveyardWhisper prophetically.
And barley-corn ripens
Like those actors who
In the same role for the hundredth time
Stand forth before the audience.
Yet do not extol,
To the skies, your native land.
It ought to extol you.
Seen from this cloud
These meadows and fields
Are a stamp album;
And to the ant a smoke ring
Twirling from your cigarette
Is a whole new landscape!
And stop threatening for once
To return next time
To this handful of land without history
Only in the shape of a rider in bronze.
And before you leave
Stroke the bark of these trees
Which al the while have given you
Free lessons in standing tall!
SUMMA SUMMARUM
Publisher: First published on PIW,
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SUMMA SUMMARUM
summa summarum
The leaves of the ilex by the graveyardWhisper prophetically.
And barley-corn ripens
Like those actors who
In the same role for the hundredth time
Stand forth before the audience.
Yet do not extol,
To the skies, your native land.
It ought to extol you.
Seen from this cloud
These meadows and fields
Are a stamp album;
And to the ant a smoke ring
Twirling from your cigarette
Is a whole new landscape!
And stop threatening for once
To return next time
To this handful of land without history
Only in the shape of a rider in bronze.
And before you leave
Stroke the bark of these trees
Which al the while have given you
Free lessons in standing tall!
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