Folk Song

Every true poet is a monster.
He destroys the voice and the people.
His singing builds the technology that destroys
the earth so that the worms don’t eat us.
A drunkard sells his coat.
A scoundrel sells his mother.
Only a poet sells his soul
to separate it from the body that he loves.
 
Translated from the Slovenian

Notes:

Read the Slovenian-language original, “Ljudska,” and the translators note by Brian Henry.

Source: Poetry (May 2023)