To care!Ova pesma je bila,takodje,jedan od soundtrack-a za LOTR  by Enya .


A sada majstor na delu...odlomak iz Mythopoeia koju je psvetio svom nekadashnjem prijatelju C.S.Lewis -u, tipu koj ije traljavo napisao Narniju,za koje je Tolkin rekoa da je neozbiljna.


Blessed are the legend-makers with their rhyme
of things not found within recorded time.
It is not they that have forgot the Night,
or bid us flee to organized delight,
in lotus-isles of economic bliss
forswearing souls to gain a Circe-kiss
(and counterfeit at that, machine-produced,
bogus seduction of the twice seduced).
Such isles they saw afar, and ones more fair,
and those that hear them yet may yet beware.
They have seen Death and ultimate defeat,
and yet they would not in despair retreat,
but oft to victory have turned the lyre
and kindled hearts with legendary fire,
illuminating Now and dark Hath-been
with light of suns as yet by no man seen.


I would that I might with the minstrels sing
and stir the unseen with a throbbing string.
I would be with the mariners of the deep
that cut their slender planks on mountains steep
and voyage upon a vague and wandering quest,
for some have passed beyond the fabled West.

I would with the beleaguered fools be told,
that keep an inner fastness where their gold,
impure and scanty, yet they loyally bring
to mint in image blurred of distant king,
or in fantastic banners weave the sheen
heraldic emblems of a lord unseen.


I will not walk with your progressive apes,
erect and sapient. Before them gapes
the dark abyss to which their progress tends --
if by God's mercy progress ever ends,
and does not ceaselessly revolve the same
unfruitful course with changing of a name.
I will not treat your dusty path and flat,
denoting this and that by this and that,
your world immutable wherein o part
the little maker has with maker's art.
I bow not yet before the Iron Crown,
nor cast my own small golden scepter down.


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In Paradise perchance the eye may stray
from gazing upon everlasting Day
to see the day-illumined, and renew
from mirrored truth the likeness of the True.
Then looking on the Blessed Land 'twill see
that all is as it is, and yet made free:
Salvation changes not, nor yet destroys,
garden nor gardener, children nor their toys.
Evil will not see, for evil lies
not in God's picture but in crooked eyes,
not in the source but in malicious choice,
and not in sound but in the tuneless voice.
In Paradise they no more look awry;
and though they make anew, they make no lie.
Be sure they still will make, not being dead,
and poets shall have flames upon their head,
and harps whereon their faultless fingers fall:
there each shall choose for ever from the All.

Toliko sam u ovome da ponekad mi se chini stvarnije kada sanjam.

 

Nebo

Nebo moje, sunce moje,
Zagrli me, poljubi me!
Zeljan sam ti pusta raja:
Zagrljaja, uzdisaja;
Zagrli me, raju moj!
Tude bele ruke sklopi,
Tako! Cekaj! Ljubi! Ljubi,
Dok se teret ne izgubi,
A srce ne rastopi -
Ne izgori zivot moj!


Djura Jaksic

Dučić - Zamor

Oči su ti danas pune tople tajne
po poljubac ima u pogledu svakom;
i ima u glasu tužnom, nejednakom,
obećanje sreće nove i beskrajne.

Dosta, jadna ženo, sve je zalud! Dosta!
Mi smo jedno drugom davno sve već dali.
Pogasimo lampe pira! Kao vali,
sve je već proteklo, i ničeg ne osta...

Još jedan dan samo hteli bi svom snagom,
jedan, samo jedan! Vaj, dok se, sve brže,
kroz kobnu noć čuje kako besno rže
par zlih crnih konja, već spremnih, pred pragom.

Nekad slavan moćni kralj mesi burek sada,
A negdašnji siromah mudro zemljom vlada.
Jedan tigar planinski u kavezu čuči,
U kavezu rođen lav, gle, pustinjom trči.
Čovek dete izbio bez krivice prave;
Dete sad je sudija, čovek iza brave.

Sunce sviće posle noći, posle žege sneg nam pada,
Jednom krivo bude pravo- pametan se tome nada.

„Rinkitink u Ozu“  L.F.B.

Ленка

Откако Ленка остави
кошула танка ленена
на разбој недовезена
и на наломи отиде
тутун да реди в монопол
лицето и се измени
веги паднаја надолу
и усти свија кораво.

Прва година намина
грутка в срцето и легна
втора година намина
болест ја гради искина
трета година земјата
на Ленка покри снагата.

И ноке кога месечко
гроб и со свила виеше
ветерчок тихо над неа
жална и тага пееше:
"Зошто ми,зошто остана
кошула недоткаена?
кошула беше даровна..."

Кочо Рацин

Poklon

Tvrdis da je tisina
bliza miru nego pjesme
ali da sam ti na dar
donio tisinu
(jer ja poznajem tisinu)
ti bi rekla
to nije tisina
to je opet neka pjesma
i vratila bi mi je natrag.

            Leonard Cohen

Ponovni susret

Da li si mogla da zaboravis
da je tvoja ruka nekad u mojoj lezala,
i da se neizmerna radost
iz tvoje ruke u moju,
s mojih usana na tvoje prelila,
i da je tvoja kosa plava
citavo jedno kratko prolece
ogrtac srece mojoj ljubavi bila,
i da je ovaj svet, nekada mirisan i raspevan,
sada siv i umoran,
bez ljubavnih oluja
i nasih malih ludosti?

Zlo koje jedno drugom nanosimo
vreme brise i srce zaboravlja,
ali casovi srece ostaju,
njihov je sjaj u nama.

Herman Hese