Jože Snoj: Balade in glas in raglje

 

 

 

 

                                                           TAISTI

                                                           bog ki

                                                           spregovori

                                                           atei-

                                                           stom

                                                           pred spanjem

                                                           pred spanjem naroča

                                                           čuvajte

                                                           za

                                                           božjo voljo

                                                           svoja

                                                           naročja

 

 

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                                                           ZANEMARI se

                                                           zameri se zamudi

                                                           se

                                                           stud

                                                           stud

                                                           stud

                                                           do mene ne trudi

                                                           se

 

                                                           nisi kača nisi

                                                           ovijalka

                                                           mlaka si

 

                                                           zaprem oči in jo

                                                           bredem

                                                           klecnem na kolena

                                                           in jo pijem

                                                           padam vanjo na

                                                           obraz

                                                           in sem čist

 

                                                           z veronikinim predelanim

                                                           prtom me

                                                           ljubeče otira

                                                           odsluženi krist

 

 

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                                                           balada o sodniku v pokoju

 

                                                           neki gospod se kar

                                                           naprej

                                                           mili:

                                                           po koži

                                                           ob ženi ob

                                                           vnučkih

                                                           razposajenih

 

                                                           vse uporablja milo:

                                                           milo kot milo

                                                           milo kot drago

 

                                                           ko se namili

                                                           mu pomaga

                                                           skratka

                                                           odleže

                                                           poleti je laže pozimi

                                                           teže

 

                                                           ne prenese lastnih

                                                           hladnih

                                                           rok in

                                                           hladnega daha

 

                                                           angina pectoris

                                                           nekega davnega

                                                           tujega smrtnega

                                                           straha

 

 

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                                                           Balada o zmagovalcu

 

                                                           iz komolcev

                                                           curljajo

                                                           zobje

 

                                                           na oči čreva

                                                           tiščijo

 

                                                           dih uhaja skozi

                                                           spolovilo

 

                                                           v hrib se je

                                                           napihnila gnila

                                                           gomila

                                                           korak navzgor je

                                                           korak

                                                           navzdol

 

                                                           na vrhu stoji zadnji

                                                           podnebni

                                                           stol

                                                           tam zmeraj kdo sedi

                                                           in si brezglavo željno

                                                           odpočiva

 

                                                           potem se ječe spet

                                                           spusti v

                                                           zgodovino

 

 

 

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