Lives Journal 9

Lev Detela

 

JUG OF POISON

 

HOMELAND

(He patrís)

 

All these people with their tired looks

in the dusty port

in wooden boxes transferring

to the foreign soil their sweet homeland

and the memory of the smell of thyme and rosemary

 

In vain in vain

doors are closed

but the heart wants homeward

although the journey is just beginning

 

 

DEFENSE OF SOCRATES

(Apologia Sokrátus)

 

Ah even if you condemn me to a jug of poison

I thank you very much

your justice is my justice

and where could I escape

I do not want to wander at foreign places

as into the abyss gliding stone

 

No thanks

I prefer death

but who of us has chosen a better way

knows only good god

 

 

Translated from Slovenian by Ivo Antich

 

 

 

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