Lives Journal 6

Lev Detela

 

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

 

 

 

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