Mlada vrana
Prišla je mlada vrana.
Sedi v črnem pekaču za torto,
ki sem ga pustil na vrtni klopci,
da ne bi pozabil nabrati
bezgovih cvetov.
Pekač je poln
mlade vrane,
ki odpira kljun
in predirljivo vpije.
Potem skoči na tla,
nerodno zataca po vrtu
in se vrne.
Bezgov grm diši
do sem,
ona pa hoče drugam.
Ne zna še leteti.
Pekač odnesem v kuhinjo
in vse povem.
Zvečer sedimo za mizo.
Pojemo ocvrti bezeg,
od zunaj se sliši
šumenje vetra.
Spet grem zadnji
v posteljo.
Takoj ko zaprem oči,
zagledam vrano.
Svet je mlad.
Potem se ne spomnim več.
从: Delci dela
Ljubljana: LUD Literatura, 2013
ISBN: 978-961-6717-84-7
录制: LUD Literatura, 2014
Young crow
A young crow came.
It's sitting in a black baking tray
I left out on the garden bench
so as not to forget
the elderflower blossoms.
The baking tray is full of
young crow
beak opened
screaming searingly.
Then it leaps to the ground,
makes an awkward totter round the garden
and returns.
The elderflower bush smells good
all the way back to here,
but she wants to be somewhere else.
She doesn't yet know how to fly.
I take the baking tray into the kitchen
and tell the whole story.
In the evening we sit at the table.
We've done eating the fried elderflower,
from outside the sound of
the wind's rustling.
Again I'm the last one
to bed.
The minute I close my eyes
I see the crow.
The world is young.
And then it all goes blank.