~ Mak Dizdar A WORD ABOUT MAN FIRST Wrought within the body sewn into the hide Youre dreaming of the sky once more spreading wide Within the brain enclosed in the heart detained Ever dreaming sunlight but by darkness stained Prisoner of flesh imprinted into bone Can you bridge the distance To the heavens throne? SECOND Caged by the ribs in silvers grip you rest No better than a serf even at your best Wrought within the body sewn into the hide You dream earth becoming heavens willing bride Wrenched away from heaven you crave bread and wine But will it feel like home This abode of thine? THIRD Of the flesh your box is of the bones your crate Sharp bones that your tender flesh will perforate Wrenched away from heaven you want wine and bread But its smoke and rocks that everyone is fed Just one of the two hands bends to your will The one that seems to wish The other to kill? FOURTH Within the brain enclosed in the heart detained Ever calling sunlight but by darkness stained Praying that your soul close to heaven should pass While your drunken body staggers through the grass Within your roots ingrown in your blood immersed In this painful circle Are you last or First? FIFTH In this painful circle neither first nor last You are vultures playground and maggots repast Seized by the body for tomb you plant the seed Is there hope for body to Turn into deed?
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 06:41:05 +0000
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