Shack amidst willows: swan amongst ravens stooping on the rim of an icy marsh area. Beside it through the vista: the great road to Ljubljana plunges away from Ljubljana, zooms into evening. No uplighters shine gaily from the bays. Quite soon this construction melts into obscurity. Say, the proprietor and his woman spent their days… Say, busy life may… Say, good sense might… The dark gorges itself on the image; just leaves a miserable snowless season. Or, say if the lord of misrule, or the salt-tasting wind came ambling by… And say, but one spark burst into flower, say one crystal were to be snared by the lights of a car, say it was swerving… Say, just reachable… Say white might…
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A translation of Hiška med vrbjem by Slovene poet Milan Jesih
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Poems including some from my New and Selected Poems, published as ‘Jizz' in the UK by Kingston University Press in the UK and as ‘Nest’ in North America by Red Hen Press.
Poems including some from my New and Selected Poems, published as ‘Jizz' in the UK by Kingston University Press in the UK and as ‘Nest’ in North America by Red Hen Press.Appears in episode
