Ivan Dobnik - 1

all is asleep above the river
snow is falling on the skin of birds

all is moving
all is sliding with a million tiny feet over the edges of the visible

death passes by
gentle and familiar

tell me the loveliest of poems
give me the sweetest of kisses

never close your eyes
never listen to sadness

what river sustains you
what river quenches your thirst

all the universes converse with you
you hear animals calling to each other in the deep dark

you write to me from the tiny drops of winter
from days that cannot be placed into a before or after

Translated by Tadeja Spruk