Contempo- rary Slovenian poetry 2 - Ljudmila
Contempo- rary Slovenian poetry 2 - Ljudmila
Contempo- rary Slovenian poetry 2 - Ljudmila
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The Couple<br />
We are alone<br />
on a deserted island.<br />
Waiting for a ship<br />
that may not come.<br />
We are alone,<br />
a woman and a man.<br />
He is nothing in particular,<br />
with particularities,<br />
not my thing,<br />
but on an island there is no other,<br />
neither for me nor for him.<br />
We are alone<br />
on a deserted island.<br />
Every day stretched on the rack<br />
between yes and no.<br />
Every day is worse<br />
than sex.<br />
Worst of all is the fear<br />
that I will spot the ship<br />
and the shore will have to be<br />
abandoned in the middle of the movie.<br />
Each day is a gift<br />
of delay.<br />
The House<br />
7<br />
With father’s milk<br />
I drank<br />
the solid architecture<br />
of the house,<br />
and yet in these rooms<br />
every evening<br />
I covered up my head.<br />
There was no doubt:<br />
out in the open they would<br />
have come, those who are not,<br />
they would have devoured me.<br />
It is hard<br />
with a house in your head.<br />
In the evening I sit<br />
at the back door<br />
crying out for them,<br />
those who are not.<br />
Idyll<br />
It’s no coincidence that you and I<br />
and the two children found ourselves<br />
in the lift. Even when