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Tomaž Pengov - Dolga reka

From the album Pripovedi (1988) Dolga reka Dolga reka teče v klasje, skozi marmor in pustinjo, čez čolnarjev nem obraz, jo čas razpne. Nemirne roke Odiseja, ujete v jadra in med vesla od davnih jasli do tišine, zibljejo svet. Polne skrinje na bregovih, starih romarjev spomini, jate kockarjev med njimi, slutijo pot. Dolga reka teče v klasje, skozi marmor in pustinjo, čez čolnarjev modri dim, jo čas razpne. Med sončne pege zlagajo kamne, na gladke boke gole skale, rišejo krhke iniciale, ujetih zmot. In dolga reka jim ni vrnila, stare, shojene obale, le njih besede in stopinje, so tam ostale. Long river A long river is flowing into the wheat, through the marble and the wasteland, across the boatman's speechless face, time stretches it. The restless hands of Odysseus, caught in the sails and among the oars, from the ancient mangers to silence, they rock the world. Filled chests on the shores, the memories of old pilgrims, flocks of gamblers among them, are anticipating the journey. A long river is flowing into the wheat, through the marble and the wasteland, over the boatman's blue smoke, time stretches it. Between the Sun's spots they they pile rocks, on the smooth sides of bare stone, they write fragile initials, of captured illusion. And the long river did no give back to them, the old, beaten beach, only their words and footprints, remain there.