Poetry – Josip Osti

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Poetry – Josip Osti

In my pocket I still keep the key to my former home
Building a house after the war
The sun warms everyone everywhere equally
With a rusty bayonet from World War One
Come, love, quickly into the garden
I don”t know when I will go blind
Whenever we meet, we gaze at each other for a long time
Most often I speak to the dead
All my life I am saying good-bye to life


Whenever we meet, we gaze at each other for a long time

Whenever we meet, we gaze at each other for a long time…
When unexpectedly we meet on the path
that leads through the wood or vineyard, and also
when in the orchard, through the grass overfilled
with star-shaped dandelions, she approaches
me naked. With sprightly movements. Without
a sound, as if walking on toes. In her
beautiful eyes, which hide the coolness
of the deepest fountain, I see every time my
own eyes, and in them two burning suns.
I don’t know if she feels my desire,
as I feel hers, that we should at least once
engage in a passionate kiss… Whenever we meet,
we gaze at each other for a long time… That’s how
it always ends, my meeting with the snake.

AuthorJosip Osti
2021-08-17T20:59:08+00:00 August 15th, 2021|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 138 - 139|0 Comments