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


All my life I am saying good-bye to life

All my life I am saying good-bye to life…
To everything beautiful and bad in it. To
parents and other relatives. Some dead,
some still alive. To friends and enemies.
Also to those friends who have
in the meantime changed into enemies, just as
some of my enemies have changed into
friends. To victories and defeats, of which
there were many, not only in youth, but in
the losing race with time. I am saying good-bye
to all my loves. To the moments of
greatest pleasure and greatest pain,
the pain which has often, to tell the truth,
brought me joy… All my life I am saying good-bye
to life… To you, too, my dear soul, just as
to myself, I am saying good-bye all the time.
I watch you, caress you and kiss you, as if
every time were the last time.

 

Translated by: Evald Flisar

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