Marjan Strojan

If you look at it from above,
it stoops.
If you see it from close by,
it grows.
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He sat on a timber of a young spruce cut down
on a Sunday afternoon: the woods still blue
and trails dug up by wheel-tracks all around
too wet for anybody to pass through.
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The bite of morning chill like a blind flash,
the first thrust of his weight connects the brain
with water. A power, flat and deep, unknown
that grips the line and straightens the long arch.
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All things that grow indelible in the grass -
cicada's eyes, the sound of herbs,
I'd gather up to hold before my eyes
and press them to my lids like a cold compress.
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Zinnias in bloom; a train
moving on, departing: maids'
work on the balcony.
An electric pole - a hedgehog
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Think of it -
from now on our days
(one after another) will run on
eventfully. All of a sudden
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into chapters or classified according to their
alphabetical order, had found themselves
locked behind doors of inscrutable hallways,
the keys flung as liberally away as if they
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By Admiral Nelson and Lady Hamilton,
on their return from Haydn's Mass
No. 11 in D minor at Eisenstadt in the year 1800.
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The following must be said on the subject. Greek
bridges - as well as Sumerian temples and the water-
clocks of Egypt - were, in comparison, constructed
to accord with entirely different principles of thought.
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As I was prying around the brook last evening
and look for God-knows-what around the shack,
I heard from the woods a cry, like someone weeping
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