TOWER OF CARDS

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
We can’t avoid nostalgia in her poems, what predominates in all collection. Far from homeland, dissatisfied in everything she left behind, she still unconsciously justifies her disappointment, she magnificently describes her loved ones, mother, father, brother, daughter and homeland… Many would say that this is maybe post-YU nostalgia, or something like that, but I would prefer calling it by the title of her poem “TOWER OF CARDS”, that describes the best what the poet wanted to say:



“I took your smells and everything yours,

Lowlands and solid-gold corn-fields,

Ashes from the fireplace and my undreamed dreams,

My broken tower of cards”

Submitted: March 12, 2007

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To my mother and father

 

I took your smells and everything yours,

Lowlands and solid-gold corn-fields,

Ashes from the fireplace and my undreamed dreams,

My broken tower of cards

 

Centennial oak, broken bridges and river

My dead stars float on her now

And diligent villagers who hoe

Sleepless nights which bear sorrow

 

Bright springs and deep wells

On which round sweep creaks

Black horses and old ornamented coaches,

Next to which a loyal dog jumps

 

Red poppies, colourful bouquets from meadows

When gentle breeze trembles under the blue sky

Like heaven's flowers spray

That's where my people residence

 

Every thought leads me to you,

To that endless fields, gold yellow plains

Here I cheered proudly in freedom,

Now I'm just a naked man wandering through shadows

 

Whose nightingales sing a song to you now,

In your nest whose birds is laying,

Whose bees on your flower swarm,

Whose is this fiery whip that lashes you?

 

Your mornings smell no more

The dew does not wash sun lightened corn-fields

And broken grain stalks sway painfully in the wind

Under feet that step on a fake-smiled faces

 

Lie down my bared knife-stabbed soul

On my callous hands. And made of sapphires and gold

Live in my song. That is the way I love you,

My Slavonia, my broken tower of cards.

 

 

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