MESSAGE Poem by Peter Semolič

One day in the future
the Earth will be peopled only by peasants.
They will drive around in horse carriages
and eat vegetables.
Animals will peacefully graze alongside white roads
or lie in the shade of poplars
and chew their cud.

In the evening, villagers will sit around
a white-haired artist
sinking deep into meditation.
Out of unimaginable distances,
he will send pictures into their consciousness,
more beautiful than the most beautiful poetry.

This is not utopia.
Young men will wear white clothes
similar to kimonos.
They will sit in the grass fields
and I, coming out of the nearby barn,
still drowsy from love,
will wave to them.

Then their death
will be more quiet than the death
of a leaf or a flower.