Faith Poem by Tomaž Šalamun

Faith



Precious copper mouth.
I hide, hide my head in you.
I have only one white sense.
The rib from which Adam was made.

Cliffs, how they are spouting.
Azure, how it burns you.
Yours, sleepy and starving.
I am hugging you.

Translated by Brian Henry

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