Elegy About an Acacia Under the Window

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Elegy About an Acacia Under the Window

Elegy About an Acacia Under the Window, 1.
Elegy About an Acacia Under the Window, 2.
Elegy About an Acacia Under the Window, 3.
A Prayer
A Touch
Psalm
Treasury

God, give me strength to accept
Peacefully the share of suffering
Allotted to me;
Never to call the pain that
Creeps into my soul an intruder
Or a guest.

The room in which I dwell
Is well-lit, and open.

And give me strength not to
Become proud, for joy,
For those moments of bliss
When I took the world
Into a lover’s
Embrace

Nerves of a leaf, sparkling
Of the river’s surface, odour
Of lime-trees in bloom, a shell
Buried in the sand, clouds
Amassed against
Dark background of the sky.

All of that is so real
That it surely is within me.

I am weak. That’s why I talk.

AuthorVojislav Karanović
2018-08-21T17:23:14+00:00 August 6th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 49|0 Comments