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    Jedna za sve



    Najbolje znana ljubljena jedva je vidljiva
     Ali njena se pratnja pojavljuje u haljinama otuznim
      Da bi oduzela sve telu i ostavila sve srcu
     

         Prva je i sama zatocena
         Kao na dnu dana crnog, lazno sunce od munja
         Kao u svezoj travi uporan potok
     

       Najlepsa ga sniva gde vid je uzaludan
           Bez koprene, bez tajni, ali prisan razlog
               Sve snage mog zivota bez ijednog napora
     

                 Ali njene pratilice, ali njene slike gomilice
               Cesljaju se umiljato i brzaju trkom
             Njene slobodne grudi mesaju ulicu s vecnim
     

    I njene drazi opravdavaju jedinu mogucu ljubav.


    Paul Éluard

    (1895 - 1952)





    Sonet XI

    Gladan sam tvojih usta,
    tvog glasa, tvoje kose

                 i tako gladan lutam ulicama sasvim tih,
           hleb mi ne daje snagu i uznemiruje me zora,
    danju osluskujem zubor tvojih koraka.

    Izgladneo sam za tvojim smehom sto klizi,
    za tvojim rukama boje divljeg zita,
    gladan sam bledog kamena tvojih noktiju,
    izjeo bih tvoju kozu nedirnuta badema.

    Pojeo bih munju sagorelu u tvojoj lepoti,
    nos, vladara tvog oholog lica,
    jeo bih nestalnu senu tvojih trepavica.

    I gladan kruzim,
    i vracam se njuseci sumrak

           - trazeci.
    Trazim tvoje vrelo srce

                 poput pume u bespucima Quitratue.


    Pablo Neruda

    (1904 - 1973)

          

    Usnula draga


    Na dragoj lezi mesecina
       I san svih zvezda na njoj sniva,
    U grudi joj se bele sliva,
       A svuda drugde pomrcina.

    I moja radost i vedrina
     U srebrn okvir je okiva;
    Dok crna tuga mi nociva
       U srcu; mraku sviju tmina.

    I tako draga u snu bludi,
       Pa, cini mi se, vrh nebesa,
    Dok rana zora nezno rudi,

    Treperi odraz njena mesa.
         Tek onda kad vedje digne,
     Mir mi stigne.
    O, mir mi stigne.

    Ivan Goran Kovacic

     (1913 - 1943)





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