DPF / Šalamun

For every animal, place, color, and weather is poetry if you look for it, from There’s the Hand and There’s the Arid Chair. 

from The Suns / by Tomaž Šalamun

Lie down, little doe!
Rest in peace and mew.
It’s warm in the snow.
Where is my voice?

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