Kaplje vroče in debele
Zlata and Jože Volarič (Slovenia)
Zlata
A bird carries
three songs over the hills
for all kind of people.
The clock is striking
midnight, no one is leaving,
it's New Year.
I can see autumn
coming
in the grass a mower
mows for his cow.
A guitar sings
in the night, birds run away
Tears in my eyes.
Jože
A lonely apple-tree,
a lonely field-cricket sings for
all neighbours.
The forest becomes green
Is it asleep or is it dead --
the old oak-tree ?
A crowd in black.
An echo of mould from the grave.
Voice of a cuckoo.
What a surprise !
In a stranger's cabbage-garden
were roses grown.
A bow and strings
of a violin, out of tune.
Cat's marriage.
Abandoned garden.
Spring flowers are blossoming.
Dandelion and daisy.
Hay is taken away.
A flock of crows is flying
in circles above the field.
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Kaplje vroče in debele Zlata and Jože Volarič Haiku (112) Zlata, (115) Jože Editor : Kopirnica DEU, Kranj ISBN 961-6195-97-2 contact : Jože Volarič Joze.volaric@siol.net |
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