Ivan Dobnik has been long creating in Slovenian poetry; however he has remained in the background, unobtrusive and quiet, but relentlessly polishing up his poetry in the peace and quiet of his workshop in solitude, somewhere beyond. As if he were a landscape painter who has withdrawn from the city into the countryside and while conversing with his own painting art he creates purified yet strictly controlled landscapes in a rich palette of the white. The power of his poetry lies not in his eruptive creativity or plethora of shapes but in the simplicity of form as a demanding inner dialogue of vivid words and clear attention. In his latest book called “A Rhapsody in Freezing Winter” he does not dodge from these prerequisites he has been faithful to ever since his first collection of poems. Clear, sharp feeling for the lyricism intertwines in his poems that are short yet packed with contemplative meditation. The resulting poems are substantial and restrained; their power lies in a sequence of precisely directed insights. This is not about understanding outside conditions or images but about pure poetry at the crossroads of skills, awareness of the functions of a language and intensive ontological states. With these in mind, Dobnik’s poetry induces us to think about intimate landscapes, shelled down to crystal clearness, yet emerging out in blurred stories like tainted premonitions. They have been so skilfully rendered so a reader can fathom their comprehensive drama.