Šalamun Tomaž:
To Edvard Kocbek On His 70th
I have avoided you, great poet
and thinker, because you were too heavy
a burden. Fiercely I drew a line behind me,
in order to be at ease, light,
agile. An infinitesimal mote of sunlight,
dancing as it crunches the muses’ host
for a joke and spits the seeds of all oranges
high in the air. You were
clearly powerful, not an orange. So that
the glint, so the show, so that children
point up at the colorful flying kites. I was
the apple tree unaware who had
watered its soil. Today I know who,
more than any among us, is the shaper
of our freedom. Now I am shaken
with feeling and I’ll quickly raise my glass
to your health. You see, precisely because it’s
a holiday I must continue
with my crunching. I sense that
joy strengthens with every moment.
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