This poem is taken from Stand 216, 15(4) December 2017 - February 2018.

Izet Sarajlić Two Poems
Our trysts at ‘Lion’
 
You and I,
had it not been for the nationalistic South Slav madness –   
would have grown old, splendidly.

Yet what remains
of our entire life
are those sad trysts in Lion Cemetery.

I’ll tell you too
that I’m happiest in misfortune:
when rain catches me at the cemetery.

I love so terribly   
getting soaked together.


  
  
Change of address
 
My friends,
all of them,
increasingly
change their address.

A case in point: Alfonso Gatto.

Until yesterday,  
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