Udovič Jože:
And Yet
And yet, throw nothing away.
Everywhere are hidden signs,
look behind the rotting fence, the wooden wall,
the old picture, into the empty jug,
behind solitude’s door, inside the ruined house,
beneath a heap of ashes, beneath the fire’s corpse,
beneath a calloused hand, beneath the roots of words,
beneath a stone, into a wound, into the face of fear,
at wasted pastures, behind a solitary bush,
somewhere a shelter is hidden, as yet unknown,
a gentle womb of poems and feathers,
of azure moss and breath
which may give rise
to an unheard-of harmony
Jože Udovič
(1912-1962) A poet, writer, essayist and translator. He studied Slovenian language in Maribor. During WWII he was expelled from Slovenia and in 1943 he joined the partisan resistance. After the war he worked as a free-lance writer. His lyrical writing was under the influence of the modernist European poets he translated. Udovič was one of the first poets to introduce surrealist technique into Slovenian letters, tempering it with meditations on the beautifully mysterious forces of nature. In addition to five comprehensive collections of poems, Udovič published a number of essays and some novellas. Udovič was one of the best contemporary translators, rendering into Slovenian the works of Joyce, Kafka, Lorca and Neruda. In 1962 he won the Prešeren Prize for lifetime achievement.By the same author
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