I Thought of You

Драгана Старчевич
I thought of you
Almost the whole of summer
As a believer would
Of God
Without really being aware
You were there
Enjoying your holiday
In my blood vessels
Tightening the sail
To suit the wind

I thought of you
Sometimes without affection
As a surgeon would
Of a thrombus
Without real care
For its being there
In somebody else’s body
Wandering about
Threatening gently
With an end

I thought of you again
As of a promised land
As a poor man would
Of  gold
Without really knowing
What he would like to get
Besides the finest meals
That his dreams could paint
Silk tablecloth and silver
Near the flaming hearth

I thought of you in vain
Down the memory lane
As a desperate man would
Of his incurable disease
Without really understanding
How it came about
That he would have to die
And why it happened to him
For he had been unaware
Of himself absolutely 


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