Grafenauer Niko:
Hate
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.
Niko Grafenauer
(1940 - ) A poet, essayist, translator, and editor. He graduated in comparative literature from the University of Ljubljana. Formerly a free-lance writer, and an editor at the major publishing house, Grafenauer is currently the director of a prominent intellectual magazine, The New Review and its affiliated publications. He published seven books of poetry including The Solitude (Samota, 1994), nine books of poems for children, and five books of criticism. A winner of the Prešeren Prize for lifetime achievement, Grafenauer's books are translated into Serbo-Croatian and Macedonian. His poetry, inspired by Mallarme, Hölderlin and Celan whose work Grafenauer beautifully translated, is formal yet powerfully meditative.By the same author
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