Bulls in My Blood

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Bulls in My Blood

People That Keep Their Promise
The First Cold Day
Frightened Poem
Arrogance
Biography of the Living
Planting Tree (Inscription)
The Ways through Heaven
I Dream About You Again
Bulls in my Blood

This tree one day will be home.
Under the presumption
that it will not meet
the destiny of the fig
from Jerusalem,
we can hope
that not for long we will savour
the fruits.
If the following winters
permit,
my effort will gain satisfaction.
On the contrary,
the dried stalk
will be used as support,
for some more temperate
and stronger young tree;
used to outbursts.
Quince, for example,
for my room all winter
to smell like autumn.

AuthorBratislav Taškovski
2018-08-21T17:24:03+00:00 October 1st, 1998|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 05|0 Comments