Poems

Tomaž Šalamun

ARKPartially and dirtily and classically and socially and God-fearingly and the sixth sense. Imminent end. Maccabees spit on walnuts. Three generations of fathers peel like new potatoes. First under the stable of a neighbour, then they kick a ball around again three generations back in a strange cellar in Vienna and then again three generations back in an flashy rumpus and then again three generations back right close to stilt dwellings and then again three generations back in a turban, in a turban, in a turban and then again, shelled,...

Enigma

Gregor Podlogar

JESENSKI VETER Noč. Nič z druge strani posluša šumenje krošenj v jesenskem vetru.AUTUMN WIND Night. Nothingness from the other side listens to the rustling of treetops in the autumn wind.* * *Piski vlaka v daljavi. Živali v zavetju. Hitro naraščanje vode v potoku. Enakomerno kapljanje se razprostira skozi dan kot mantre.Train whistling in the distance. Animals in shelter. Water rising rapidly in the stream. A steady dripping spreads through the day like mantras.* * *Tema, posuta z listjem. V daljavi luč ulične svetilke. ...

Poems

Primož Čučnik

EASTER MONDAYIn fact, they are smallwhen they fly from the flame to the grassand their life lasts no more than a breath,like the stars that are seen for a second, and then gone.And yet the universe is round and it will surely return,though our ancestor worshipped them without namewhen he struck stone on stone.Then it even began to speakand engendered the beginning which seems endless,but surely it will return, if the incredible is taken into account,for “the stone itself would speak”,the very stone would speakif it did not want the tongue, to the best of its ability.And in...