Strniša Gregor:
Snow
They’re not eternal, these heavens,
these absent galaxies,
not eternal, this blue star forlorn -
only we mourn.
We mourn as a small creature,
in the hills, sometimes, mourns away,
except that maybe our hurt is deeper:
will the memory stay?
Will the two of you ever, in memory, here,
as you did, live again - will the memory go?
Will you be, at least, without the memory, together?
Will she, will you know.
Gregor Strniša
(1930 -1987) One of the most outstanding Slovenian poets whose poems reflect rich imagination, infused with ancient archetypes, local myths and symbols. Held an MA in Germanic studies and worked as a freelance writer. As a high-school student, Strniša was imprisioned by the communist regime on fabricated charges. Strniša focused on highly formalized verse patterns drawing on peasant traditions, imbuing his poems with a sense of humility, awe, and mystery in the cosmos. In addition, he was a prolific writer of plays in verse, such as Driada (Driada), which illustrates a poet's life in a small town. Strniša also wrote radio plays and fiction for young adults. His lyrics for popular songs have become part of a larger cultural consciousness. He was awarded the Prešeren Prize for lifetime achievement in 1986.By the same author
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