[Talking of sleep] Poem by Ilma Rakusa

[Talking of sleep]



Talking of sleep
of lying awake at night
when the fox barks
when the ambulance howls
when the sweat turns cold
when the child in the next room
rehearses his solitude
and the telephone suddleny flashes
why so green?

Translated by Andrew Winnard

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Ilma Rakusa

Ilma Rakusa

Rimavská Sobota
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