A trembling hand changes the Sun
like a bulb,
but without reaching it.
The palm-tree grows up the sky.
The only weight it feels
is that it is high.
The voices cried,
feeling terrible things
and wounds.
Even the days were flying.
And the birds, sent from the high,
are especially shy
Translation: Barbara Zoran in Miklavž Komelj
Kot žarnico zamenja
Sonce drhteča roka,
vendar ga ne doseže.
Palma se vzpenja, vzpenja,
ne čuti druge teže
kot to, da je visoka.
Glasovi so kričali,
ko so čutili strašne
stvari in rane.
Še dnevi so bežali.
Ptice, z neba poslane,
pa so posebno plašne.