by Vinko Kalinić
In the black pub
at the black table
the black woman
is sitting
In the black glass
red wine’s flashing
in the applause humming
people
coming
and leaving
From the black piano
black sounds are spreading
Black thoughts
under
the black table
protruding
and creeping
black people
emptying
and licking
black glasses
Only
the black woman
red wine is drinking
Drop
by
drop
Sip
by
sip
Red wine is pouring
Who knows
how much of the blackness
in the red wine is hiding
Vinko Kalinic
(Translated into English
Darko Kotevski, Melbourne, Australia)
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Vinko Kalinić was born 1974 in Split, Croatia. He is a writer, journalist and human rights activist. He lives on the island of Vis. He is the editor of the internet portal My island of Vis, which is dedicated to life on the island and the Mediterranean culture. Also on facebook Vinko Kalinić daily writes his poetic diary, which tracks more than 2 300 fans. - http://vinkokalinic.blogspot.com/
Last updated September 19, 2011