TO HAVE A FRIEND by Tomaž Šalamun
November 14, 2011, 7:06 am
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“Poetry, says Salamun, came to him as a revelation, dropping, ‘like stones from the sky‘.”

I see the devil’s head, people,
I see his whole body
I never thought he could come so close
he longs for innocence, as we do,
I have the sensation
he was crammed into the wall for a long time

I have the feeling that his hands ache,
that he is tender and absorbed in thoughts,
he licks everything before killing it,
he bursts into tears, scraping meat, he is blessed
he has no friends, he is walking alone in the world

I have the feeling he is saying something to me
that he is watching me with regret
he knows I could never sleep with him
we are both humiliated

he reminds me of the English teacher
when he was pensioned off,
and young secret police recruits,
it seems his beatitude is failing
the souls squeal when he tortures them

he doesn’t drink them, as I imagined
it seems he derives no benefit from them
I think he would like to have a friend
to share goods and pleasure

he steps in the river and wets his head in it
he doesn’t know how to speak with it
he splashes on the surface
I will leave him as he is, I will not talk to him

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