Kovič Kajetan:
Scents
In the ordinary morning,
the stirring smell of dry grass,
the taste of dregs,
the wet scent from the cellar
and the earthen light
out of sudden dreams,
when there stand before the door
the white shapes of the dead
and sniff like docile dogs
the house and the doorstep
and the dark corridor
in which boys
of an early evening
first feel the quiver and terror of girls.
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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