Poem
Srečko Kosovel
Close To Midnight
Close to midnight.Flies dying in a glass.
The fire has died out.
Fair Vida, there is
sorrow in your memory.
Stravinsky in a car.
The roaring of the sea.
Oh, to be alone for 5 minutes.
The heart-Trieste is ill.
That is why Trieste is beautiful.
Pain blossoms in beauty.
© Translation: 2002, Katarina Jerin
From: Integrals
From: Integrals
BLIZU POLNOCI
BLIZU POLNOCI
Blizu polnoci.Muhe v casi umirajo.
Ogenj je ugasnil.
Lepa Vida, bridkost je
v tvojem spominu.
Stravinski v avtomobilu.
Bucanje morja.
O biti 5 minut sam.
Srce-Trst je bolno.
Zato je Trst lep.
Bolecina cvete v lepoti.
Poems
Poems of Srečko Kosovel
Close
Close To Midnight
Close to midnight.Flies dying in a glass.
The fire has died out.
Fair Vida, there is
sorrow in your memory.
Stravinsky in a car.
The roaring of the sea.
Oh, to be alone for 5 minutes.
The heart-Trieste is ill.
That is why Trieste is beautiful.
Pain blossoms in beauty.
© 2002, Katarina Jerin
From: Integrals
From: Integrals
Close To Midnight
Close to midnight.Flies dying in a glass.
The fire has died out.
Fair Vida, there is
sorrow in your memory.
Stravinsky in a car.
The roaring of the sea.
Oh, to be alone for 5 minutes.
The heart-Trieste is ill.
That is why Trieste is beautiful.
Pain blossoms in beauty.
© 2002, Katarina Jerin
From: Integrals
From: Integrals
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