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Srečko Kosovel

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The Sun Laughs

The sun laughs at the dead
You
with burning cheeks
and with hearts burning,
with fervent lips
chanting
to holy Righteousness.

Rigid ascetics
in blue coats,
with a thought firmly
fixed upon the future
and with resignation
in black eyes.
I am luxury.

© Translation: 2002, Katarina Jerin
From: Integrals

SONCE SE SMEJE

SONCE SE SMEJE

Sonce se smeje mrlicem:
Vi
s pekocimi lici
in s srci pekocimi,
z ustnicami vrocimi,
prepevajocimi
sveti Pravici.

Trdi asketi
v jopicih modrih,
z mislijo, trdno
v bodocnost uprto,
in z resignacijo
v crnih oceh.
Jaz sem razkosje.

Srečko Kosovel

Srečko Kosovel

(Slovenia, 1904)

Srečko Kosovel is the Slovenian Rimbaud, the strongest and the strangest poetical energy of the Slovenian people, a visionary and a contemporary to every reader in every time. Born in 1904, he died in 1926 at the age of 22, but his work is strong, deep and finished as if he had written and lived for a long, long time. Each nation has a "miracle" in its literary history: Kosovel is definitely th...

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The Sun Laughs

The sun laughs at the dead
You
with burning cheeks
and with hearts burning,
with fervent lips
chanting
to holy Righteousness.

Rigid ascetics
in blue coats,
with a thought firmly
fixed upon the future
and with resignation
in black eyes.
I am luxury.

© 2002, Katarina Jerin
From: Integrals

The Sun Laughs

The sun laughs at the dead
You
with burning cheeks
and with hearts burning,
with fervent lips
chanting
to holy Righteousness.

Rigid ascetics
in blue coats,
with a thought firmly
fixed upon the future
and with resignation
in black eyes.
I am luxury.

© 2002, Katarina Jerin
From: Integrals

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