Slovene
back TOMAŽ ŠALAMUN
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.
Contributor’s notes: Tomaž Šalamun
Contributor’s notes: Brian Henry