In 2012, I heard Dragica Rajčić read her poetry. She is Croatian and lives in Switzerland. Her volume of poetry is in German; she also writes in Croatian, which I cannot read. I did not like the English translation, also presented at the reading, because it had eliminated all the idiosyncracies of the original. I believe it is the little nicks that make this poem.
And if you like the just texts — poems I wrote or translated, prose that often has a rhythm — they are, in no particular order, under Just texts.
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