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Sre�ko Kosovel is the Slovenian Rimbaud, the strongest and the strangest poetical energy of the Slovenian people, a visionary and a contemporary to every reader in every time. Born in 1904, he died in 1926 at the age of 22, but his work is strong, deep and finished as if he had written and lived for a long, long time. Each nation has a “miracle” in its literary history: Kosovel is definitely the most interesting Slovenian poetical icon.

An Autumn Landscape

The sun is autumn calm
as though in mourning;
behind the slender cypress trees
behind the white wall of the graveyard. �

The grass all red in the sun. �
Do you wear the clogs of dogma?
A bicycle abandoned on an autumn road.
You ride through a dying landscape.

A staid man walks the field,
he is as cold as autumn,
he is as sad as autumn.
Faith in humanity.
To me it is a sacred thought.
A speechless silence is like sorrow.
I am no longer sad
for I do not think of myself.