Parading

The soul presses like the crowds at the door.

When I die, oxen will graze the grass just like this.
When I die, oxen will graze the grass just like this.
Houses will glimmer just like this. —Tomaž Šalamun, translated by Brian Henry
Houses will glimmer just like this.
—Tomaž Šalamun, translated by Brian Henry

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