Saturday, 31 January 2015

Close to midnight - Srečko Kosovel

Close to midnight.
Flies dying in a glass.
The fire has died out.
Fair Vida, there is
sorrow in your memory.
Stravinsky in a car.
The roaring of the sea.
Oh, to be alone for 5 minutes.
The heart-Trieste is ill.
That is why Trieste is beautiful.
Pain blossoms in beauty.

Srečko Kosovel (born 1904) Slovenia
Translated by Katarina Jerin
From: Integrals

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