[The ferns slip into the river] Poem by Ilma Rakusa

[The ferns slip into the river]



The ferns slip into the river
mud flowing through Bohemia
the mosquito bites confuse
the long-tongued dogs
panting through the grass
a hiker lying down
and the paper mill´s
chimney stacks
breathe out their ragged gas

Translated by Andrew Winnard

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Ilma Rakusa

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