Aleš Debeljak - Slovenian Poetry
Botanical Garden
Izanska Road, Ljubljana
for Simona Skrabec
Times passes more slowly. When the air is cold,
I expect more inaccuracies. I am cheered by the plants
and haystacks that have grown on the beaches
beneath skyscrapers. Not all is quiet on the western front.
And later: to pour hot coffee and to bring the ceramic cup
with the same hand to the mouth, this is a tremendous gift.
To praise the achievements of gardeners and ruffle the parrots
shrieking in the parks of Barcelona, to grow up in the language
of a strict mother and absent husband, to write requests,
to murmur harvest songs, to nibble on the branch of a weeping
willow on the sleepless nights hoping for an answer from a high
place. It will come like a silent whistle and a long train
with a carriage for dreams. Later, when the air is warm,
I expect unstoppable growth and the blooming of magnetic
eyes, black-red elderberry juice and living things.
Honor to whom honor is due: I'm left with only silent reading.
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