Poem
Srečko Kosovel
The Sun Laughs
The sun laughs at the deadYou
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
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 razkos
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The Sun Laughs
The sun laughs at the deadYou
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
From: Integrals
The Sun Laughs
The sun laughs at the deadYou
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
From: Integrals
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