TESTAMENT OF A HIGH-FLYING BIRD
Testament of a High-Flying Bird
I, the last bird from the Karazoki tribe,
I, the storm bird, the high-flying bird of madness,
annunciate the depths of desolate nights:
An age of blind eyes begins.
Dead woods will approach us.
A drained river will make the last mill turn,
and I, the storm bird, the high-flying bird of madness
will become the rigid rooster of the burning church.
Extinguished stars will become traces in the sand,
sundered snakes will be eaten by wild beasts
and we will sit in the grey glow
of the mad bird with blind eyes.
Translated from Slovenian by Herbert Kuhner
NOBODY AND NOTHING
(Medeis kai meden)
Nothing is not nothing
it flies from the horizon to the sea
Let be glad, therefore,
although no one knows
when joy returns
back into the heart
Translated from Slovenian by Ivo Antich