Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2021  Vol. 20  No. 1
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translation from Slovene by Brian Henry

Procure a Field

Spit on the sun.
Dab your forehead.

Tire the hungry.
Feed them.

Bowels tremble.
A leg trembles.

Trees profiteer.
Rims, all

askew, green, with a golden
edge. Again a horse

swam and drowned.
There’s always juice.

There’s always a herd.
There’s always a Boer.  


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