Poetry – Zoran Ančevski

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Poetry – Zoran Ančevski

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Mist
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Mirrage
The Last Campaign
The Lament of the Ancient Warrior
Coming – Going?


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The campaign continues
to the summit.

I know this mountain:
there’s no pain in the world
taller than its crest.

Step by slow step
an old wound climbs
its ragged ravines.

A stream of pristine water
yearns a new home
in a thirsty soul.

Sick leaves
hang stiffly
like fragile thimbles.

I know the inheritance
of birds and people:
the silence, the hollowness…

The campaign continues.

AuthorZoran Ančevski
Translated byLidija Kapuševska-Drakulevska
2019-04-16T10:45:39+00:00 March 30th, 2019|Categories: Literature, Poetry, Blesok no. 124|Tags: |0 Comments