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Poem

Dane Zajc

Down Down

when I think about all your hopes
etched in your footsteps
I follow them
the footsteps that suddenly
sink into fog and mud
and damp cold

when I expect you and you come
and sit quietly by me
and I ask Is everything, everything gone
In a flash, you say, in an insane
instant it went down down
it vanished
I think of you coming with legs
corroded from a traitorous journey
and I see no reflection of your eyes
and I watch the heavy clouds falling
over the sharp-edged cliffs
and hear the spruce tips piercing
the bellies of a dark wind.

Dol Dol

Dol Dol

ko mislim na vse tvoje upe
ki so vtisnjeni v stopinje tvoje
jih sledim
stopinje ki se naenkrat
ugreznejo v meglo in blato
in mraz mokrotni

ko te prièakujem ko prideš
in tiho sedeš zraven mene
in vprašam A vse a vse je šlo
V trenutku, reèeš, v trenutku
neprištevnem je padlo dol dol
je izginilo

mislim kako si prišel z nogami
razzrtimi od zavratne poti
kako ti vidim brlijo oèi brez odseva
in gledam kako padajo tezki oblaki
èez ostrine sten
in slišim kako prebadajo smrekovi vršièki
trebuhe temnega vetra
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Down Down

when I think about all your hopes
etched in your footsteps
I follow them
the footsteps that suddenly
sink into fog and mud
and damp cold

when I expect you and you come
and sit quietly by me
and I ask Is everything, everything gone
In a flash, you say, in an insane
instant it went down down
it vanished
I think of you coming with legs
corroded from a traitorous journey
and I see no reflection of your eyes
and I watch the heavy clouds falling
over the sharp-edged cliffs
and hear the spruce tips piercing
the bellies of a dark wind.

Down Down

when I think about all your hopes
etched in your footsteps
I follow them
the footsteps that suddenly
sink into fog and mud
and damp cold

when I expect you and you come
and sit quietly by me
and I ask Is everything, everything gone
In a flash, you say, in an insane
instant it went down down
it vanished
I think of you coming with legs
corroded from a traitorous journey
and I see no reflection of your eyes
and I watch the heavy clouds falling
over the sharp-edged cliffs
and hear the spruce tips piercing
the bellies of a dark wind.
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