Sunday, July 30
FIELDS OF ZINC
Do you think someone will come?
Do you think I’ll hear them sing?
Do you think I’ll have a bloody hand?
I’ve been hired to murmur.
We murmur, we murmur,
put our legs over the pipe,
love ourselves, love ourselves,
and at the same time swim with spring.
Do you think the lion will betray him?
How would it betray him if it can’t sit?
Do you think they’re unloaded?
We lock the steam in the cellar.
We murmur, we murmur,
put our legs over the pipe,
love ourselves, love ourselves,
and at the same time swim with spring.
(Tomaž Šalamun,
translated from Slovenian by Brian Henry)