Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega srečanja Vilenica 2004 - Ljudmila

On the Tail of Autumn
A butterfly descends
Into the spider’s web softly...
As the summer into autumn...
At eight – peacefully and darkly
And unusually hesitant.
I am swaying, floating
Under the magnifying glass of the last drop of summer,
Beams breaking through the felt,
Of a guarded silence.
During a pause, the evening slips,
Places upon the shoulders
Of the transparent Milky Way
A numb silence...
...then wings grow.
Oh, autumn!
Artjom Kavalevski
The Metamorphosis
They stood mighty and solid, the pillars of our firsts
And then firsts again, and seconds, and thirds,
But then so monotonous,
Still our own (but first) goodbye-shots.
And it was a thieving winter. And us it hunted.
But we did not care and cried...
...the pillars still kept on standing.
And we would laugh so idiotically, melt snow on our lips:
Magical ice cream!
The metamorphosis of the little sunny hare into a moon wolf
Was not at all so sudden:
Enough of our happiness he had seen
Not in retreat but...at it howling –
We took this to be our lullaby:
Mhm ay ay – mhm ay ay – ay...
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