Kovič Kajetan:
The Water Of Life

comes and knocks

softly at first like rain in the early morning

on the windows of diners

where workmen drink their hurried teas

comes from the lukewarm air

from the glass autumn

tasting of the mountain in blossom

and the thrill wolves feel

and just touches hands and feet

and skin the whole body over

comes with the vertigo of windmills


and strong machines

into the mad

dynamic day

into the white heart of the world

comes and says:

I am the water of life

where do I flow

where do I flow

Translated by The Author