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Srečko Kosovel

An Autumn Landscape

The sun is autumn calm
as though in mourning;
behind the slender cypress trees
behind the white wall of the graveyard. –



The grass all red in the sun. –
Do you wear the clogs of dogma?
A bicycle abandoned on an autumn road.
You ride through a dying landscape.



A staid man walks the field,
he is as cold as autumn,
he is as sad as autumn.
Faith in humanity.
To me it is a sacred thought.
A speechless silence is like sorrow.
I am no longer sad
for I do not think of myself.

JESENSKA POKRAJINA

JESENSKA POKRAJINA

Sonce je jesensko pokojno,
Tako, kakor bi zalovalo;
Za vitkimi cipresami
Za belim zidom pokopalisca.



Trava je v soncu vsa rdeca.
Imaš dogmaticne cokle?
Bicikel samuje na jesenski cesti.
Voziš se skozi umirajoco krajino.



Trezen clovek stopa po polju,
kakor jesen je mrzel,
kakor jesen je zalosten.
Vera v clovecanstvo.
Zame je to sveta misel.
Molceca tisina je kakor zalost.
Nisem veè zalosten,
Ker ne mislim nase.
Srečko  Kosovel

Srečko Kosovel

(Slovenië, 1904)

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JESENSKA POKRAJINA

Sonce je jesensko pokojno,
Tako, kakor bi zalovalo;
Za vitkimi cipresami
Za belim zidom pokopalisca.



Trava je v soncu vsa rdeca.
Imaš dogmaticne cokle?
Bicikel samuje na jesenski cesti.
Voziš se skozi umirajoco krajino.



Trezen clovek stopa po polju,
kakor jesen je mrzel,
kakor jesen je zalosten.
Vera v clovecanstvo.
Zame je to sveta misel.
Molceca tisina je kakor zalost.
Nisem veè zalosten,
Ker ne mislim nase.

An Autumn Landscape

The sun is autumn calm
as though in mourning;
behind the slender cypress trees
behind the white wall of the graveyard. –



The grass all red in the sun. –
Do you wear the clogs of dogma?
A bicycle abandoned on an autumn road.
You ride through a dying landscape.



A staid man walks the field,
he is as cold as autumn,
he is as sad as autumn.
Faith in humanity.
To me it is a sacred thought.
A speechless silence is like sorrow.
I am no longer sad
for I do not think of myself.
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