Evening Will Come: A Monthly Journal of Poetics (Tribute to Tomaž Šalamun—Issue 50, February 2015)

What a teddy bear could tell me

You’re without slippers and you don’t see landscapes.

Glass has not wind-proofed your lungs.

You’re a worm and a roe and a crypt and the Sphinx.

I see this from the terrace.

from Morje (Sea), 1999