My poetry is open / to natural occurrences. This sentence, in a way appearing unintentionally in the poem A Pocket in the Heart written by Ana Pepelnik sounds rather ironic, although it is really true for the most of the readers of her first book as they know her as a poet who is a kind of naively open for the substance of mundane experience and consequently for all kinds of lingual stains and inaccuracies brought by the very experience. The readers will surely be surprised by the density and precision of the poems from the second book where she rejects her (undoubtedly curious) concept of the first book to – along all of the skills she acquired in the meantime – deal with writing no longer counting on a discount whatsoever but quite contrary she gets involved in active dialogues and arguments with movements predominant in contemporary Slovenian poetry or gaining on importance nowadays. Ana’s poetry is attentive to what is within reach, but also casually brings in what is out of that range. This is what her poems are like – Ana like any other girl eagerly writes about flowers, sweets and clothes, yet she is no stranger to cosmic perspective, seemingly taken over from Kocbek, but perfected in an original way: All that is / unforgettable and gloomy. Just like the universe.