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Poem

Barbara Korun

Kiss

What word
sleeps on your lips,
what?

What landscape
glows beneath your eyelids,
what?

What voice
echoes
in the shell of the ear?

In the delicate fire of touch,
light rippling
from spread wings of gold.

Poljub

Poljub

katera beseda
ti spi na ustnicah
katera

katera pokrajina
žari pod vekami
katera

kateri glas
v školjki sluha
odzvanja

v ognju dotika
trepetavi odblesk
zlatih kril
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Kiss

What word
sleeps on your lips,
what?

What landscape
glows beneath your eyelids,
what?

What voice
echoes
in the shell of the ear?

In the delicate fire of touch,
light rippling
from spread wings of gold.

Kiss

What word
sleeps on your lips,
what?

What landscape
glows beneath your eyelids,
what?

What voice
echoes
in the shell of the ear?

In the delicate fire of touch,
light rippling
from spread wings of gold.
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