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(An excerpt from the epic The Baptism at The Savica)

The warring clouds have vanished from the sk...
- France Preseren
The vintage, friends, is over,
And here sweet wine makes, once again,
Sad eyes and hearts recove...
- France Preseren
A suicide in front of a mirror.
A frightened soul.
The wind moans in the black woods.
The night'...
- Srecko Kosovel
Never whisper to the deaf, or wink at the blind....
- Slovenian Proverb
What was the need of you, little one,
My baby dear, my darling son,
To me - a girl, a foolish yo...
- France Preseren
A Slovene wreath your poet has entwined;
A record of my pain and of your praise,
Since from my h...
- France Preseren
O, Vrba, happy village, my old home -
My father's cottage stands there to this day.
The lure of le...
- France Preseren
Above a madhouse is strolling
a moonstruck moon.
A Shadow-man is walking around a white garden
- Srecko Kosovel
The sun is autumn calm
as though in mourning;
behind the slender cypress trees
behind the white w...
- Srecko Kosovel
I love you, the grey face in the grey
window of the coffee house - the face
with expectations.-
- Srecko Kosovel
Our eyes were flooded
with burning lava.
And the grey dust
of cement towers
burnt our lips. ...
- Srecko Kosovel
He who from fate receives but blow on blow,
Who, like myself in her disfavour stands,
Although h...
- France Preseren
Hey, hey: it's raining on the houses of Ljubljana,
and they curtain themselves in grey against the ...
- Srecko Kosovel
God knows why he has made the wings of some birds shorter....
- Slovenian Proverb
Our windows are barred.
White barricades.
The American Indians know nothing
of gravity.
But ...
- Srecko Kosovel
All roads do not lead to Rome....
- Slovenian Proverb
Man's life is like a drop of dew on a leaf....
- Slovenian Proverb
A doorstep is the highest of all mountains....
- Slovenian Proverb
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