GRLICE – Poetry, by Kajetan Kovič

GRLICE

Nekje so me pokopali.

Ne spominjam se več

nobenega grma, nobene zvezde,

ne morja in ne tišine.

Med kládivi in kolesi,

med bati in računali

samo še ribe in grlice

včasih še jočejo.

Telo razgrebem,

ogenj prižgem,

da se ob njem ogrejejo

njihove ranjene glave,

njihove ranjene glave.

GRLICE

Somewhere I was buried.

I do not remember

no bush, no stars,

no sea and no silence.

Between the hammer and wheels

between fear and counting

only fish and turtle doves

sometimes even cry.

The body of the reef,

fire ignited,

that, when it warmed up

their wounded head,

their wounded head.

(Kajetan Kovič)

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