it en sl
Zaupno o skupnem


Gathered the secret side of things we share

God knows
what our silent, exhausted faces are dreaming.
Outside the storm is shaking the trees.
Each one of us is alone.
A cold, rustling September rain
falls over the dark fields.
In the quiet of the room the warm light
soothes the divided heart.
We are brothers, strangers,
each one hiding his own defeats,
the silent evening wrapping our hearts
in a gossamer of sorrowful dreams.
Srečko Kosovel
Prevedla Bert Pribac in David Brooks
The Golden Boat, Selected Poems of Srečko Kosovel
Salt, Cambridge, 2008