LJUBLJANA IS ASLEEP Poem by Srecko Kosovel

In red chaos a new humanity
is approaching! Ljubljana is asleep.
Europe is dying in a red light.
The phone lines are all dead.
Oh, but this one is cordless.
A blind horse.
[As if your eyes were from
Italian paintings.]
White towers rise
out of dun walls.
The flood.
Europe is stepping into a grave.
We come with a hurricane.
With poison gasses.
[Your lips are like strawberries.]
Ljubljana is asleep.
On the tram the conductor is asleep
Slovenski narod
is read in the Europa cafe.
The clicking of billiard halls