blackbird online journal Spring 2008  Vol. 7  No. 1



Cats have set themselves on wings.
Buttons have buttercups. Hares are soft meat,
hares are soft meat, they quiver and throng.
They rise the sun, actually hold it
on little poles planted in the sand.
Water fortifies the poles in river sand. A pool
vibrates differently from clay. It spills itself
and does not come back rhythmically. The sea
is a guarantee and the nosy are full of adrenaline.
And now? How are you? Is there also a membrane
in the volcano along which the tongue glides?
That which stirs the cells of memory
and undulates the body and screams
when the sun soaks, soaks, roasting in Iška?  

from Gozd in kelihi (Wood and Chalices)
translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry


    Contributor’s Notes: Tomaž Šalamun
    Contributor’s Notes: Brian Henry