Black Poem Poem by Karmen Vidmar

black is on white
the raven that jumps in the park
the blackberry which hides the fog
on a bench is the man in black
looks up from the paper
and he cries for Sarajevo
then the road burns with a large flame
rave's wings don't fly, just fluttering
then the tree attracts a storm
hidden in two bodies is not a death
black is a pelerine
black is a smoke of the poker


Črna pesem

črno je na belem
je krokar ki poskakuje v parku
je robida ki skriva meglo
na klopci gospod v črnem
dvigne pogled s papirja
on gleda Sarajevo
nato cesta gori z velikim plamenom
krokarjeva krila ne letijo
samo zaidejo
nato drevo privabi nevihto
skrita v dveh telesih ni smrt
črno je pelerina
črno je dim pokra