outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Slavko Mihalić
Transformation
I want to know emptiness
From where, in order to
Himself turned into a transparent lake
You can see the lake bottom, but could not see the fish disappeared.
But not shells, crabs, but not
At least one name
All kinds of bottom samples, today I
No First Name Last Name. A part of me had disappeared.
So I talk about emptiness, agitation
Sea water,
Gravel and other material from the bottom of the
Churn. I was enveloped.
I head down through the streets as if
Another lake, the dark but not a thing, and then
Also lost poisoning; we do not talk about
Crawl under the lake in my tour of those annoying little creatures -
They make me stink, or smoked, and myself.
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Lovers escape
I tell you, we have to immediately leave.
Where? We then decide later.
Important to leave as soon as possible.
I think my internal organs began to rot.
My eyes have withered, hanging like burning leaves.
Heart further and further slow the clock - only faintly heard.
Leave the tomb, how could I sad?
If people enjoy it, how can I like.
Come on, do not hesitate, and love.
To his coffin - they were already covered with bacteria.
We do not take the land - there may be an ambush.
We volley away - through the stars.
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Exile's Return
Now he ruled that once banished his country,
Neither the king nor the king of the minister, he was just highlighting his will,
Since the window view of how drug abuse in the streets walking,
Intelligent and handsome, because he has break the shackles of purpose.
Yes, he is now like a child: but also like a piece of tombstone
Sometimes he seems to think that in addition to two hands and wings outside.
But he will not fly: he felt that there is not enough light,
But that is everywhere, as oceans can not change the contours of the earth.
The greatest risk is a glass of water, flowers,
His efforts to do all compressed into the faith.
Today justified, He leaned forward, waiting for it to wither,
If bombs fall peacefully cigarette ashes.
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Waves of shines
Honey, why do want to tell you my concern
They are subject to changes in the sky invisible,
Subject to the desire to break out of the sea,
And over the top in the empty pit falls of the forest.
Why should I kiss you, when the kiss will not leave any traces.
As stones, you simply can not conquer,
Even more distant, when the lover who holds your hand tight.
Your body into gold, in the naked sunlight when
Golden sunlight penetrate your skin texture of each piece,
As weariness in all my pores.
I do not even know if I pull your last,
Or a whole afternoon at the beach silent
You down, and I was fascinated by the waves of shines,
If so loved you every curve of the body, can not conquer.
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The final words of love
In a foreign hospital,
It not fate that the two
Old lovers meet old now,
In a crowded hospital treatment room door?
Her vast but not a thing, even if wearing glasses,
He was hip pain, can not sit down.
He thought, years ago, their last words of what the situation?
She advanced to treat, and then never come back.
He fabricated the final words,
Recovered to leave the hospital.
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