The young sun rises. The lake awakens
the light that’s in the soul.
An evil man will find fault even with the sun,
he’ll say, at least: it doesn’t shine at night.
But here people have feared the wedding
of the sun since time exists:
who can survive that heat, that hell
when a myriad suns will be born,
when the water in the lake begins to boil?
I thought of that legend in this town
from where Argonauts once sailed,
a town with icons and museums older than the Louvre
where even the swallows are met with a feast.
In this age a crossroads without signs —
it is folly to play games with suns,
to follow the path of some lunatic
who has never heard of the keys of the lake.
This place is like walking through a fairy tale
from once secret door to another.
A Poem Of Ohrid
The Tale of the Stone
Zaum
A Meeting With a Sprite
The Wedding of the Sun
The Legend of the Plane Tree
Fire Over Kaneo
The Tale of the Soul
The Sun"s Seed
The Tale of the Rain
Zaum
A Meeting With a Sprite
The Wedding of the Sun
The Legend of the Plane Tree
Fire Over Kaneo
The Tale of the Soul
The Sun"s Seed
The Tale of the Rain
AuthorDuško Nanevski