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Meta Kušar
33.
Language senses depth.And the dark of a rose.
And a calm that doesn’t prize honours.
If I get only a whiff of unity,
I drive misfortune away.
© Translation: 2004, Ana Jelnikar & Stephen Watts
33.
33.
Globino jezik zazna.Pa temo vrtnice.
Njen mir, ki ne goji zaslug.
Če enost samo zavoham,
odženem nesrečo.
© 2004, Meta Kušar
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33.
Language senses depth.And the dark of a rose.
And a calm that doesn’t prize honours.
If I get only a whiff of unity,
I drive misfortune away.
© 2004, Ana Jelnikar & Stephen Watts
33.
Language senses depth.And the dark of a rose.
And a calm that doesn’t prize honours.
If I get only a whiff of unity,
I drive misfortune away.
© 2004, Ana Jelnikar & Stephen Watts
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