Provocative
Your Monday Vitamin
So much said with so little.
Little robin
bones pinned to the cosmos.
Who whistles? Who calls?
Tomaž Šalamun (tr. from Slovenian by Tomaž Šalamun and Michael Waltuch)
So much said with so little.
Little robin
bones pinned to the cosmos.
Who whistles? Who calls?
Tomaž Šalamun (tr. from Slovenian by Tomaž Šalamun and Michael Waltuch)
I love the reach of this tiny poem. In the Midwest robins were a first sign of spring, the Big Wheel turning.
I agree with Lee, wanted to note the translation's excellence, the haunting, almost eery assonant echo of 'call' and 'cosmos' nailed, for this reader, in the Goliath of the cosmos, at which the pebble of the robin's call hurls its fearless, plaintive song..