I CAN CONJURE UP

(translated by Karin Pečnikar)

I can conjure up

a horse from a stick

and a carriage out of stalks.

I can create

happiness from a book

and you so loving.

When you come,

you ruin it all:

You break the stick,

tread on the stalks,

confine happiness to books,

then you go.

I cry for those fairytales.

The tears of a child do sting.