Poetry – Glorjana Veber

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Poetry – Glorjana Veber

In God’s Proximity


The meadows rose
they picked up their bodies in the morning and left
they closed a dandelion clock and its wind into travel bags

they left so that they also took the memory of themselves
in the morning nobody looked for the grass
the slopes were bare the soil was carried away

nobody knew it was an ordinary morning
a girl opened a picture book a farmer made a furrow
I ran across the field

nobody told us
until one day a blade of grass accidentally grew
and suddenly all meadows have long been there

Translation: Glorjana Veber

AuthorGlorjana Veber
2022-11-06T12:12:42+00:00 October 30th, 2022|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 147|Comments Off on Poetry – Glorjana Veber