lørdag, oktober 20, 2018

Alone

(...)
so shit is created, and falling on you
and it is music.
I am God.
I am God and I’m dancing.
This table is a gift, this house is a gift,
this garden is a gift, these squirrels are a gift.
These human legs are murmuring mantras.
Alone,
alone.
(...)

– read TOMAŽ ŠALAMUN in English translation at Poetry Foundation.

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