Ancestor Poem by Tomaž Šalamun

Ancestor

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Is it cold?
Are you snowed in?
The tent, does it still creak?

In a field near the Hrpelje-Kozina station
in the year 1911,
a cadet shot himself
in the mouth with a pistol.

Translated by Brian Henry

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