The birds know
The way of their journey,
And grains know,
Why for they grow,
And grasses and branches
All restlessly shiver
With the evening winds.
Birds know
And grasses know…
But I don't know, why?
-For a long time now my heart
Has stopped expecting,
And the roads all seem equally
Foreign or known.-
Just like that,
With hands in my lap,
I lean in the corner of it all ,
Contemplating about bird flight,
Bitter I touch the wind
Of the grain scent…
Barely barely perceptible
Even trough me
The earth rings.
Ivan Minatti
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