🌿🌿 "Homeland of Trees" a poem by Erzsébet Zubor poetess 🌿🌿
Philosophical and humanist poetess Erzsébet Zubor
has been writting since 1994.
A poetess visionary and spiritual, her writtings based on philosophical deep thoughts and nature, personal experiences contain excellent sarcasm and criticism of society.
Hungarian authors Béla Hamvas and Imre Madách are true inspirational sources by their similar life experiences, although lived in different time.
She written essays,
haiku poems inspired by Japanese and Chinese poetry,
lyrical poems : 3 cycle of poems: "Water, Earth, Sky",
and psychodrama called "Androgynos".
"The sunken world", "The Home of Trees" are prophetic pieces, as well
transcendental and visionary, written in the spirit of Prophets of the Old Testament
reflected on the bias of society.
She chosen as her motto:
"Angry For And Not Against You"
by Attila József Hungarian poet.
Homeland of Trees
I just love trees
Their courtyard of filtered lights,
The branchy silhouettes of tree trunks,
Thousands of leaf hearts, a bouquet of leaves,
Lace-veil-foliage,
Following a bending lupin
A set of unfolding forms
The harmony floating in the colors of the autumn trees,
Images of a fairy garden,
The trees drop their treasures in wonder,
Their enchanting splendor fades in
Autumn, plays music from the heart
On the registers of colors,
Circling, dancing, hitting the ground,
Leaves fall softly one by one
I bow before them in delight
They are gently shaped, but resistant creatures
Having the deep, strong roots,
As people of crowned tribes, rise
The juices in their cells are flavored with the salts of the earth,
Immersed in the open leaf-hearts,
They orbit together with the light
The pagans sacrificed to the spirits of the trees,
They believed that trees were perfect beings,
As the crown bathed in light,
Crawled into the root system creeping deep,
It carries the unity of the world above and below
The Tree was the reflection of the created world,
Branchy ancient Root reaching into the sky,
As the gateway to the lower and upper worlds in the forests of shamans
Once upon a time, enchanted fairies lived in forest
Hidden in the trees, but now their secret is forgotten
Bings on the leaves of thousand faces
Still wanders among the leaves at night
Some wraiths, ghosts, goblins, but by dawn
The people of fog and mist retreat to the roots of the trees
I just love trees
the inhabitants of the land of Beauty and Silence,
the last silent witnesses of this noisy world
Budapest, 30/10/2011
Forest I-II. by dakini.hu
50 x70 cm, 19.6x27.5 in
mordant on paper
2001
unpublished
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