понедељак, 8. фебруар 2010.
ALENKA ZORMAN
dry laundry-
the fish-pattern towel
still damp
hot evening -
his breath
the only breeze
a ladybug
on my red blouse --
almost invisible
wild wind -
my palms too small
to hold the falling leaves
braking the bus
brings me closer
to a stranger
wet street -
careful steps
over lit windows
church stairs --
in the bottle of a beggar
morning light
after the quarrel
the sound of rain fills
the emptiness between us
autumn forest --
step by step
whisper by whisper
четвртак, 4. фебруар 2010.
An’ya
one limb at a time
the falcon calls her fledglings
nearer to flight
*
Indian summer –
the blackness of a buzzard
defines the horizon
*the falcon calls her fledglings
nearer to flight
*
Indian summer –
the blackness of a buzzard
defines the horizon
wildflowers
the hiss of an iron
on wax paper
*
day's tranquility
the contour of doe with fawn
beyond steeping tea
*
summer sky
a hole through the cloud
to its other side
*
view from the bus –
women balance fruit baskets
on top of their heads
*
view from the bus –
women balance fruit baskets
on top of their heads
*
0a tangerine sunset
where hill meets dale
in the summertime
where hill meets dale
in the summertime
*
carnival nightfall
the harvest moon rises
over a ferris wheel
*
quiet woodlands
distinctly the drone
of a dragonfly
*
row after row
two draft horses plow –
the odor of potatoes
*
pink sunset
through each flamingo's stance
another flamingo
carnival nightfall
the harvest moon rises
over a ferris wheel
*
quiet woodlands
distinctly the drone
of a dragonfly
*
row after row
two draft horses plow –
the odor of potatoes
*
pink sunset
through each flamingo's stance
another flamingo
*
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