Mistress Of Her Poem ~ Gospodarica Njene Pjesme Poem by Jankovic Zoran

I live deep in you.
I know your scorn and a pride.
I'm your hidden shadow.

Your letters dance
the rhythm of cynic pain.
Arogant words you say,
maids of the verse.

On your throne You're
mocking to servants
with a scepter from stanza.

You get upright and everyone
is kneeling before you.
So you create your poem.

And when you go and turn your back,
readers secretly and quietly whisper:
"She has left the poem with
empty words and blurred letters."

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Gospodarica njene pjesme


Živim duboko u tebi.
Poznajem tvoj prezir i gordost.
Ja sam tvoja skrivena sjena.

Slova ti plešu
ritmom ciničnog bola.
Ohole riječi izgovaraš,
sluškinjo stiha.

Na prestolu tvome
rugaš se plebsu
žezlom od strofa.

Ustaneš smjerno
i svi pred tobom kleknu.
Tako nastaje tvoja pjesma.

A kad odeš i okreneš leđa,
sluge potajno i tiho šapću:
"Otišla je ona što ima pjesmu
od praznih riječi i od mutnih slova."