Poem
Tomaž Šalamun
Folk Song
Every true poet is a monster.He destroys people and their speech.
His singing elevates a technique that wipes out
the earth so we are not eaten by worms.
The drunk sells his coat.
The thief sells his mother.
Only the poet sells his soul to separate it
from the body that he loves.
© Translation: 2002, Charles Simic
Ljudska
Ljudska
Vsak pravi pesnik je pošast.Glas uničuje in ljudi.
Petje zgraditi tehniko, ki uničuje
zemljo, da nas ne bi jedli črvi.
Pijanček proda plašč.
Lopov proda mater.
Samo pesnik proda dušo, da jo
loči od telesa, ki ga ljubi.
© 1980, Tomaž Šalamun
From: Maske
Publisher: Ljubljana, Mladinska knjiga
From: Maske
Publisher: Ljubljana, Mladinska knjiga
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Folk Song
Every true poet is a monster.He destroys people and their speech.
His singing elevates a technique that wipes out
the earth so we are not eaten by worms.
The drunk sells his coat.
The thief sells his mother.
Only the poet sells his soul to separate it
from the body that he loves.
© 2002, Charles Simic
From: Maske
From: Maske
Folk Song
Every true poet is a monster.He destroys people and their speech.
His singing elevates a technique that wipes out
the earth so we are not eaten by worms.
The drunk sells his coat.
The thief sells his mother.
Only the poet sells his soul to separate it
from the body that he loves.
© 2002, Charles Simic
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