Tamara Macareno
Poem: E gg Aleš Šteger Image: https://www.flickr.com/photos/notahipster/4223622570 When you kill it at the edge of the pan, you don’t notice That the egg grows an eye in death. It is so small, it doesn’t satisfy Even the most modest morning appetite. But it already watches, already stares at your world. What are its horizons, whose glassy-eyed perspectives? Does it see time, which moves carelessly through space? Eyeballs, eyeballs, cracked shells, chaos or order? Big questions for such a little eye at such an early hour. And you – do you really want an answer? When you sit down, eye to eye, behind a table, You blind it soon enough with a crust of bread. https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/egg Biographical info: Born May 31, 1973 A Slovene poet , writer , editor and literary critic Won Veronika Award in 1998 for Kašmir Won Rožanc Award in 2007 f