Gedicht
Barbara Korun
Kiss
What wordsleeps on your lips,
what?
What landscape
glows beneath your eyelids,
what?
What voice
echoes
in the shell of the ear?
In the delicate fire of touch,
light rippling
from spread wings of gold.
© Translation: 2005, Theo Dorgan
From: Songs of Earth and Light
From: Songs of Earth and Light
Poljub
Poljub
katera besedati spi na ustnicah
katera
katera pokrajina
žari pod vekami
katera
kateri glas
v školjki sluha
odzvanja
v ognju dotika
trepetavi odblesk
zlatih kril
© 2004, Barbara Korun
From: Razpoke
Publisher: Nova revija, Ljubljana
From: Razpoke
Publisher: Nova revija, Ljubljana
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Poljub
katera besedati spi na ustnicah
katera
katera pokrajina
žari pod vekami
katera
kateri glas
v školjki sluha
odzvanja
v ognju dotika
trepetavi odblesk
zlatih kril
From: Razpoke
Kiss
What wordsleeps on your lips,
what?
What landscape
glows beneath your eyelids,
what?
What voice
echoes
in the shell of the ear?
In the delicate fire of touch,
light rippling
from spread wings of gold.
© 2005, Theo Dorgan
From: Songs of Earth and Light
From: Songs of Earth and Light
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