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Meta Kušar
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The Aegean. Where canwe put it? Whales? Icebergs?
Wellsprings? The piano?
Their sounds are glorious nature
where we can rest.
Attendants have occupied the court;
for twenty years their luggage has lain scattered about.
Their folly ruined the crop,
hit the town in its face
and drove the king to deadly games.
When will an unknown force call him to work
and he be alive again?
© Translation: 2004, Ana Jelnikar & Stephen Watts
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Kam dam Egejsko morje?Kam kite?
Pa ledene gore? Izvire? Kam dam klavir?
Zvoki so silna narava,
kjer počivamo.
Spremstvo je zasedlo dvor
z rastreseno prtljago, ki se valja dvajset let. Še več.
Z mladostjo uničijo letino,
mesto tepejo v obraz
in kralja preženejo v smrtne igre.
Kdaj mu bo neznana sila prinesla pravo delo,
da bo spet živ?
© 2004, Meta Kušar
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2.
The Aegean. Where canwe put it? Whales? Icebergs?
Wellsprings? The piano?
Their sounds are glorious nature
where we can rest.
Attendants have occupied the court;
for twenty years their luggage has lain scattered about.
Their folly ruined the crop,
hit the town in its face
and drove the king to deadly games.
When will an unknown force call him to work
and he be alive again?
© 2004, Ana Jelnikar & Stephen Watts
2.
The Aegean. Where canwe put it? Whales? Icebergs?
Wellsprings? The piano?
Their sounds are glorious nature
where we can rest.
Attendants have occupied the court;
for twenty years their luggage has lain scattered about.
Their folly ruined the crop,
hit the town in its face
and drove the king to deadly games.
When will an unknown force call him to work
and he be alive again?
© 2004, Ana Jelnikar & Stephen Watts
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