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.
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)
http://www.amazon.com/Poems-Litterae-Slovenicae-Kajetan-Kovic/dp/B0000EFJ6D
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