Blesok no. 33, July-August, 2003
Poetry


An Inner Liberation
Translated by the author

Alenka Zorman



wild wind


wild wind
my palms too small to hold
the falling leaves




ebb tide


ebb tide –
a small sea only
in my navel




child's eyes


child's eyes –
rolling to the ball
in the shop-window




braking the bus


braking the bus
brings me closer
to a stranger




new building


new building
closed windows waiting
for faces




before the storm


before the storm
a boy with the butterfly net
catching wind




one day abroad


one day abroad…
the home parking place
full of leaves




a grasshopper


a grasshopper
on her shoulder–
both motionless




end of holidays


end of holidays –
in the T shirt pocket
a broken shell




bright morning


bright morning
in the pieces of glass
rising thousands of suns




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