PISMO K\u0106ERI<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Mariji<\/em><\/p>\n Razmi\u0161ljam o no\u0107i punoga meseca<\/p>\n Kad \u0107e bogo\u010dovek strasno da zajeca<\/p>\n I klekne, skru\u0161eno, pred tvojom nagotom,<\/p>\n Drhte\u0107i nespretno, kunu\u0107i se potom<\/p>\n Jedinim \u017eivotom, majkom, nebesima,<\/p>\n Ko da u re\u010dima klju\u010de sveta ima<\/p>\n Ili, lep\u0161e re\u0107i, klju\u010de tvoga tela<\/p>\n O koje se lomi krhka mu\u0161ka strela,<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Eto, o toj no\u0107i, kojoj slu\u017ee svici<\/p>\n Da se, uznesena, na\u0111e\u0161 na ivici<\/p>\n Samo jedne tajne, jedinog otkri\u0107a<\/p>\n Da si Majka Zemlja i Pramajka Bi\u0107a,<\/p>\n I da nisi \u010dedo kao mladi sveci<\/p>\n Ve\u0107 iskra u kojoj prebivaju preci,<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Eto, o toj no\u0107i, o besmrtnom huku,<\/p>\n Kad se svemir za\u010dne i u tvome struku,<\/p>\n Razmiljam rukama punim hladne glave:<\/p>\n Ho\u0107e\u0161 biti svesna sna koliko jave<\/p>\n Da si posle zemnog, nevinog bunila,<\/p>\n Ostala Bo\u017eanstvo, kao \u0161to si i bila.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n MOST<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Filipe, lepi sine, prevedi oca preko,<\/p>\n Ti si jedini most nad ovom silnom rekom.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kakav sam ja otac i kakva su mi bra\u0107a,<\/p>\n Neka te ne \u010dudi \u0161to nam se ni\u010dim vra\u0107a.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Pita\u0107e\u0161 \u0161ta je bilo. Grozno je na\u0161e nasle\u0111e.<\/p>\n Stoka \u0107e preplivati, a ti \u0107e\u0161, putem, sve re\u0111e<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Vi\u0111ati pravog \u010doveka – umro je On kad i ja,<\/p>\n Zato se preko reke jedino nebo nadvija.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Virnem ja, kradom, kroz tvojne \u010darno oko<\/p>\n I vidim da \u0107e\u0161 preko, ko ljeljen, jednim skokom.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Priznajem, nisam \u010demu. To je od oca dosta.<\/p>\n Ipak me, pod starost molim, prokradi preko mosta.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kad ka\u017eem preko Mosta, ja mislim preko Veka.<\/p>\n Vide\u0107e\u0161 – \u010dovek je Ni\u0161ta. Ve\u010dna je samo Reka.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Novi Sad, \u0110ur\u0111evdan 1999.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n POLA KAPI ROSE<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Na ivici \u017eutoj zelenoga lista,<\/p>\n Pola kapi rose suvim zlatom blista.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n U to pola kapi sve je \u017eivo stalo,<\/p>\n U njoj jasno vidim i mog bi\u0107a malo<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kroz pola dragulja kojeg sjaj odaje,<\/p>\n Pratim moje snanne, skladne zaveslaje<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u0160to za tok ne mare, kao ni za reku,<\/p>\n I \u0161to, uz maticu, mo\u0107nu vodu seku…<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rasanjen se trgnem, pro\u017ee\u017een do bola,<\/p>\n \u0160to kap nije cela, \u0161to je kapi pola,<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u0160to zbog te\u017eeg dela, vi\u0161i zakon sklada!,<\/p>\n Cela kap, sa lista, po\u010dinje da pada.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Novi Sad, 2002.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" <\/p>\n Razmi\u0161ljam o no\u0107i punoga meseca<\/p>\n Kad \u0107e bogo\u010dovek strasno da zajeca<\/p>\n I klekne, skru\u0161eno, pred tvojom nagotom,<\/p>\n Drhte\u0107i nespretno, kunu\u0107i se potom<\/p>\n Jedinim \u017eivotom, majkom, nebesima,<\/p>\n Ko da u re\u010dima klju\u010de sveta ima<\/p>\n Ili, lep\u0161e re\u0107i, klju\u010de tvoga tela<\/p>\n O koje se lomi krhka mu\u0161ka strela,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[18],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2201"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2201"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2201\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2203,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2201\/revisions\/2203"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2201"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2201"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2201"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}