Round Shapes

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Round Shapes

Harvest
Macedonian Wedding
Galchinik Balconies
The Great Masters
Love Letter I
Love Letter V
Harakiri
Charm
Round Shapes

Two armies are facing each other
neither yields

Each soldier on one side
grips a crescent moon
the others have nothing
nowhere to flee

Yet there are so many of them
their shadows are blending

Above them the sun’s bee-hive
sings hymns to the summer
(The earth burns skyward
fetch the well in your jugs)

Two armies are battling
the smaller one is victorious

Translated by: Ewald Osers

AuthorPetre M. Andreevski
2018-08-21T17:24:03+00:00 August 1st, 1998|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 04|0 Comments