JOVICA IVANOVSKI: TEN POEMS

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JOVICA IVANOVSKI: TEN POEMS

A CARPET OF GENES
AS WHEN SOMEONE IN AUTUMN…
ESCAPE FROM…
THEY ARE OF ALL KINDS
WATER COVER
MEMORIES, AS IF NOT MINE
CROSSING ALSO NEEDS EXERCISE
IMPROVISATION
ADULTERER’S
I’D RATHER SHOOT


I’D RATHER SHOOT

Why was the pyre always
placed in the main city square?
The gallows along the main road?
Death should be seen, feared,
should wave its accusing finger at you
like a swaying corpse in the wind.
To warn, to chasten or silence,
to subdue and put a black bandage
          on your eyes.
To hush your lips
with its index finger.
This was and will be practiced
by dictators for political reasons.
But you can never, even if given two lives,
understand those voyeurs and sadists
(some even relatives to the victim)
who, sitting in the first row, watch
     the execution of the condemned.
You’d rather be in a firing squad,
where only one of five
shoots a real bullet.

Translated into English: Zoran Ančevski

AuthorJovica Ivanovski
Translated byZoran Ančevski
2019-12-27T11:44:09+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Literature, Poetry, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments