GENTLE SENTENCES ON WINTER Poem by Slavko Jendričko
GENTLE SENTENCES ON WINTER
I heard the winter saint's name
already after the first snowball I'd
eaten
everything seemed warm
in the secret language e.g.
weasels after evening prayer
they run diamonds to glow
until the morning.
That simple-minded
mercy of winter evenings
the wife after she washes the dishes
rocks me
in her warm hands.
How I melt, manfully,
in the gentle sentences on winter.
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