Blesok no. 54, May-June, 2007
Poetry


from “Day and Night of Everyday”

Josip Osti



Silence of the Karst


Silence of the Karst.
Beautiful. Too beautiful.
Like childern's voices.




After a long night


After a long night
dawn of a new language.
In which I'm already mute.




This boat, full of flowers


This boat, full of flowers,
sails from my dreams
into yours.




Stars are falling


Stars are falling!
Perhaps also the one
on which we are.

Review by Vladimir Matinovski: Haiku – Poetry of Integration




Night walks barefoot


Night walks barefoot
on live embers of snow.
From branches fear drips.




Eye, full of dreams


Eye, full of dreams.
A well, from which
the bleackbird drinks tears.




Dreams of wind


Dreams of wind.
Of swallows on the boat
transporting snow.




I look. Listen.


I look. Listen.
Am poor, yet rich.
I live haiku.




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