Today's poem is by Tomaž Šalamun
Let’s say, through the crenel, little
chains were on arms and
legs too, you don’t hit the whole piece.
Usually some storm interweaves.
Roe deers extend with the glass, they
need it to fight fires. But fern
with shields advances too. Sometimes
yes, sometime no. Sometimes yes
and no. Buttons change their position,
you’re my meatball. And
what do you create? The planet. And
what on the planet? The palm
trees. When you stretch your arms, your
eyelids dry. The rain flashes.
Translated from the Slovenian by Michael Thomas Taren and the author.
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