Branko Čegec Poems

forty green dragons are greeting my blunt arrival.
I am going just like that. I spread like the wind of a
Peleponnesian crane,
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When I stopped writing reviews
I wrote them in every sentence that I uttered.
When I stopped writingWhen I stopped writing reviews
I wrote them in every sentence that I uttered.
When I stopped writing
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The triumph of numbers comes off the screen.
I slow down, powerless and silent.
As if renewed
in the belated philosophy of language and wine
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yves sent me a text message:
for three days now some italian girl's been watching me under water.
i watch her too, down there we're naked and alone. on the surface
we don't know each other.
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after two hours of nervous ride on a dirt
road, we drove, still hot from the trip, into an automatic
car wash. thick foam darted out of
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I felt his gaze the moment he entered.
medium height, broad shoulders, grey hair.
maybe from germany. I didn't hear him speak.
I crouched above the box with fish pate, pasting prices.
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dragozetići village is on the island's far northwest.
just outside porozina ferry port.
steep approach, narrow streets, houses with terraces,
a church and an old italian school: a huge building with big
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the repertory unexpectedly worsened.
the singer began to loose his ear and his voice.
the heat was insufferable, the headache seemingly endless;
the tepid beer, the intolerable racket,
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yves sent me a message:
a girl from italy watches me under water for the third day, and i watch her.
we are there, naked and alone. above we do not know each other.
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after two hours of nervous driving on the gravel road
we entered, still steamy from the journey,
the automatic car wash. a thick foam gushed
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