Grafenauer Niko:

Hate grows

like the shadow of a mountain towards evening.

In an invisible blaze it twists things

Madness licks consciousness like smoke.

In twilight clairvoyants are crowned

with the efforts of their whole life.

Chained between silence and fasting

they read the world like the palms of their hands.


It is terrible, when I consider it,

to depart during sleep

without any weight

without resistance like beauty,

when I consider it,


after all,

in spite of the dead,

man has experienced nothing.

Translated by Jože Lazar