Kovič Kajetan:
Fruits Of The Summer

You went through the cold trees

you invisible you to-be,

whipped by the rain

and icy winter

crazy for this life

and not a hope in the world

you carried your sweet bodies

that had been thrown into other embraces

out of a dark foreign delusion

pure again over and over

over to our side of the world


frail and shy you went

through flowering

relentlessly herded

toward your perilous fate

unsure till the end


and then with a shout you smashed

the happy gate

and spilled over the earth


white white white

fruits of the summer

Translated by The Author