If I were a Tree/Souvenir Luck

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If I were a

A poignant love by Tatjana, where she identifies herself as a tree.

If you were living just across and if I were a tree
In that yard,
I’d delight you with ,
I’ll be watered with your glimpse,
just look at me in ardour,
I’d bear the sweetest fruit for you.


I am looking in lacking it, but having in looking for.
Among the clouds,
but not being among them.
It is just my happiness going away
while I am sleeping and sleep furtherly
my choice is the .
Though I am present in all of your needs.


© Tatjana Debeljački


In this sensitive poem, Tatjana talks of luck that does not last long.

How many times have I degraded myself?
Kneeled, crawled, searching for this,
My souvenir luck has banged!
A little bit insecure, a little bit deceiving,
you can never tell how long it will last.
I give to you two cold ,
My cold hands, my shy face.
Shout this from the glass housetops!

© Tatjana Debeljački

Illustration by: Dragoljub Djuričić

English translation: Danijela Milosavljević

Tatjana Debeljacki writes poems, short stories, stories, and haiku. She is a member of the Association of Writers of Serbia, UKS, since 2004. She is in the Haiku Society of Serbia; is the deputy editor of ‘Diogen’, and editor of the magazine, ‘Poeta’.