Thursday, January 27, 2022

Tomaz Salamun









hooves, rhinos' wafers

masks of yellow wheat, dervishes' stalls
meadow seeds, Fates of Lloyd Triestino
the lion moves silently under the steps

bread is red, Ĺ alamun is red
in the steppe, in sheets of paper
dreadful Khlebnikov's light Khlebnikov
when I touch you, when I follow your traces

when the candle burns down, when Venus falls in the axes of meditation
when the son offers himself, workers, antique greyhounds
snails, white snow's slats
spring decides the color, the children darkness


translated by the author and Joshua Beckman

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