Jože Snoj: Konjenica slovenskih hoplitov

 

 

 

                                                           fantiči

                                                          

ko tako pojejo grenka

                                                           roža sladek

                                                           cvet tudi ko še rastejo in

                                                           kakšenkrat med griči posebno

                                                           med griči

                                                           gosto naščepirjenimi a za čudo

                                                           malo oddaljenimi

                                                           umirajo

                                                           mladi to se pravi še posebno

                                                           mladi to se pravi pravi

                                                           fantiči

                                                           umirajo to sladko rožo ta grenki

                                                           sad okušajo

 

                                                           se kakšen kakšenkrat skoraj

                                                           zmeraj

                                                           vsakih sto let nasmehne in si reče

                                                           na tihem da vsi zaječijo jaz

                                                           se nikdar

                                                           ne bom ženil in si drevce izbere in

                                                           potem ga zelenijo in nosijo in

                                                           dojijo sami fantje

                                                           sami fantje in te

                                                           srečajo in

                                                           mi te

                                                           vzamejo da boš prvo dekle ki boš

                                                           spet zanje

                                                           rodilo to grenko rožo ta sladki

                                                           cvet s tega drevca solzno

                                                           obiralo vsakih sto let se

                                                           kakšenkrat kakšnemu to

                                                           primeri

 

                                                           recimo meni in

                                                           tebi

                                                           v gorjancih ali na

                                                           pokljuki

                                                           in sploh

                                                           pod kakšnimi stoinstoletnimi

                                                           debli

 

 

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                                                           pesem živih

 

                                                           kadar bom kmet

                                                           oj kadar bom kmet -

                                                           z golimi rokami

                                                           ga našel bom

                                                           objokovanega

                                                           med njivami ženami

 

                                                           ko bom drevo

                                                           oj na gori drevo

                                                           ga bo vame zaneslo -

                                                           joj in v meni dovolj

                                                           lesa

                                                           za jambor in veslo

 

                                                           kadar bom kmet

                                                           oj in ko bom drevo

                                                           bova v meglenem jutru

                                                           odplula -

                                                           na jamboru križano

                                                           moje telo

                                                           na veslo vžgana

                                                           neizmerna

                                                           sončna ura

 

 

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                                                           talec XX.stoletja

                                                          

kupil si bom

                                                           zavezane oči

                                                           in čisto majhno rano za v čelo

                                                           beli cvet moj medi

                                                           za svinčeno čebelo

 

                                                           naročil si bom

                                                           izklesan grob

                                                           in ostro kamnito rušo

                                                           takim oglatim možem

                                                           kot smo mi

                                                           samo živa skala

                                                           zna božati dušo

 

                                                           zapustil bom

                                                           brezizhodne oči

                                                           in salve v svojo čast in slavo

                                                           in vsaka svinčenka

                                                           teh ubogljivih cevi

                                                           bo našla svojo glavo

 

 

 

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