Dekleva Milan:
Anaximander is Dreaming

A rooster, spy of the light, has taken my head away

and bequeathed it to the river.

A bumble-bee, the stepson of the sun, has stung my shoulder

changing it into dew.

A raven, the charcoal purpose of the fire, has untied my navel

spilling me into the trembling sky.

I was awake.

A trembling body mourned without a shadow.

In the meantime the river has met the sky in the dew.

Translated by Boris A. Novak and Richard Jackson