Srecko Kosovel Poems

Melanholicna harmonika
Kopalna sezija.
Modri bliski.
Cevlji št. 40.
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The sun is autumn calm
as though in mourning;
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A suicide in front of a mirror.
A frightened soul.
The wind moans in the black woods.
The night's tempest tears my heart from my chest.
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V rdecem kaosu prihaja
novo clovecanstvo! Ljubljana spi.
Evropa umira v rdeci luci.
Vse telefonske zveze pretrgane.
0, saj je brezzicni!
Slepi konj.
[Tvoje oci kot da so iz
italijanskih slik.]
Iz rjavih zidov
vstajajo beli stolpovi.
Potop.
Evropa stopa v grob.
Prihajamo z orkanom.
S strupenimi plini.
[Tvoje ustne so kot jagoda.]
Ljubljana spi.
Kondukter na tramvaju spi,
V kavarni Evropi
citajo Slovenski narod.
Trkanje biljardnih krogel.
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Skozi moje srce stopa veliki slon.
Cirkus Kludsky, vstopnina 5 din.
Ne obesi bolesti na veliki zvon!
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Mesecina je mrzla kakor sladoled.
Prazna kakor trubadurske pesmi.
Lepo je sedeti v senci noci.
Latrine, Pissoir. Tukaj.
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The moonlight is ice-cream cold.
Empty as the songs of troubadours.
It is pleasant to sit in the shadow of the night.
Latrine, Pissoir. Here.
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Our eyes were flooded
with burning lava.
And the grey dust
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Hey, hey: it's raining on the houses of Ljubljana,
and they curtain themselves in grey against the sun.
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I love you, the grey face in the grey
window of the coffee house - the face
with expectations.-
In the age of broken spears, ships,
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