How Poetry Comes to Me
by Gary Snyder

It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light

KUKÓ POEZIJA HMENPRIDE

prevedu Kobrowsky

Iz zlómleno nogo pršépa
čz km ne punoč, pase zauléče
k en prestrašn zajc stran
u dmojga ogna tabornega
no, sj, pojgrémpa ke, kniveč svetlobe
puno.