Ivan Dobnik - Vilenica

148 · Gorazd Kocijančič
primus truber* is leaving ljubljana
Prophecy
Upon this land
purple will pour.
Will it be a young wine?
Will it be blood, still warm,
still oozing
out of nought into nought?
Will it be the faith, pulsating?
Slyly the oracle here remains silent.
Oh, says the seer,
God only, the only one,
dusky red God
in everything.
* Slovene protestant reformer (1508–1586), the founder of Slovene literature.