Mozetič Brane:
As Life Grows More And More Intense

as life grows more and more intense the pain grows

sharply, constant jostling across streets

long wanderings through woods

hand in hand, slow floating down a river

where you sense the shores but can’t resist

the current, more kisses, and farewells, more

words, more lies, more hesitation

in your step, and fewer chances to retreat

less hope, the shining moments - gone

river, your power monstrous, boundless

you grind me in the rapids

disgorge me in the sea, for fish

for bathers, your pain is broader

deeper, dark, it mixes with the salt, acidic

consumes the body, the last remains

of a luxuriant, prodigal life

making room for anxiety, constant.

Translated by Michael Biggins