Zajc Dane:

outside painted light

like a wall stands before our eyes

outside hearing feeling and taste

you are

when we meet our steps become confused

our eyes rotate in their sockets

our thoughts are a fist full of dry grass

and we know: our path is bewitched

our path is mistaken is lost our path

for an instant the place is illuminated

white invisible yet seen

you are


soon soon we will leave

the world of sounds colors and tastes

soon only raindrops among other raindrops

without sound without feeling

like drops we will fall

on our own dispossessed bones



Translated by Erica Johnson Debeljak