Mudriji zbog tvoje smrti (Serbian) Poem by Pavol Janik
Mudriji zbog tvoje smrti (Serbian)
(Za Miroslava Valeka)
Koreni rastu u zemlju kao kovčezi,
operski pevači
onomatopejski ispiraju grlo na pozornici,
bura prevrće talase na obalu kaljuge.
To sve u prvom trenutku
posle zaborava na otkriće Amerike.
Na dnu svoje duše
svako popravlja svoj
lični Titanik.
Nebeski svod se osipa na zemlju
kao blistavi sneg.
I mrtvi ostaju s nama
nemi kao pridike.
Pixiades, Smiljana
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