Authors: Tomaz Salamun
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Who would have thought they were so scribbled over.
The paint has peeled off.
The walls are heavy and wide.
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I divide Africa along its head, so we'll all be warm.
The loaf hits the platter sliced, just
a bit sliced.
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Blueberries, strawberries, an appetite, shutters.
Set down your sleeves, set down your sleeves, set down
your class, the foam around your mouth.
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Do you recall the pilgrims on Ptuj Hill that
MiheliÄ painted, the candies you devoured
and the little vinyl Boy Scout blackboards?
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Manure smells of nobility, not a stable.
My pages are all over the place, with
ants walking on them.
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Today is June 28, Saint Vitus's Day. What have we postmarked?
Babies carry kindling.
A pelican fans warm embers up to its waist,
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so that our anthem can crash more dramatically on the rocks
of the Adriatic. Nabokov doesn't recall this,
he came here later.
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I want up on the gallows.
I'm approached by a gentleman who
also wants up on the gallows.
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CHIUNQUE GIUNGE LE MANII've been approached by ladies who had the most beautiful
hands in this or that city.
When did I miss my descent?
Tar of hoplites
Timava, turn round
on a pram, at a car, at a fence
the famished door of the sun, rain
savages clean up after themselves
VikrÄe in a wigwam, out, five fingers, one missing
five fingers, sticky titmice,
missing FARO
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light
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mommy's cramped spaces
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no bookworm, no bookish vase
test tubes behind gilt doors
ropes, pikes
whispering buona sera
ranks bounce, a hunting dog
iodine, iodine, iodine, the bellet gets pitchy
it runs like an animal-god, a train-bird
probability preserved
a hail of departed
dandelion dodge
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terrine, timeo take off
disheveled hair
ree gee dee vee dee mo
a bow to the cricket sky
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tug tug tug
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kate sacking off
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december sip sip sip
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howls into a magnetic heart
che devono fare
spin threads
teach olive trees
bits of the next day in john the fireman
resoled auras
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june bug has countless coats
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sesame to the prince of the door
to hack out a verb with a tschor polenta
you live on the tiny grass
you live and don't hack out verbs
live birth the arm rots
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winged well-drained bessarabians
came to the house
lifted the silt
i stand in for happiness
   age of pleistocenestimated seed
an expanded creature
supple water lily, crotch of beanpole
the living are fine with a corpse
a clod in a granite flute's studio
venus, bright goldfinch
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Donnini, autumn 2002