Kovič Kajetan:
Fever
The hills are piled up in the noontime.
The stableboys come driving
the wet mares up from the river.
In the bushes hang
the swollen cornel berries.
Pale red shadows
rustle under the oak trees.
A strange milk
drips from yellow flowers.
It’s going to be cold.
There’s some terror in the air.
Young boys bolt across the stubble field
and in the dark, solitary wood
tremble like little dogs.
Kajetan Kovič
(1931 - ) A poet, writer and translator. He graduated in comparative literature at the University of Ljubljana. For many years Kovič worked as a journalist and editor; now as a freelance writer. In 1978 he won the Prešeren Prize for lifetime achievement. Kovič is the author of widely read fiction for adolescents and poetry for children. In addition, he has published four novels. Kovič, an excellent translator of Eluard, Rilke, Trakl and other twentieth century poets, writes with a professed allegiance to strict form and neo-Romantic imagination. His poems of loss, the melancholy passing of time, and major historical disruptions as they are revealed in everyday details, produced some of the most popular as well as highly accomplished poems. His work is translated into a number of European languages.By the same author
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