IT SWAYS IN THE WIND Poem by Srecko Kosovel
IT SWAYS IN THE WIND
My life sways in the wind
like leaves on a trellis
in a bright stormy
autumn wind.
And like a wave against the shore
a piano is heard in the storm.
Dark clouds
hurrying with the wind.
There is a black mirror in my heart.
Whenever I look at it
my face grows dark,
burning and aching,
as I alone
in the lonely hours know.
My life sways in the wind
in stormy autumn
the wind rushing across the field.
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