selection from “Vigils”

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selection from “Vigils”

Ellipse I
First Vigil
Ellipse II
Second Vigil
Ellipse III
Third Vigil
Fourth Vigil
Family Tree
Angel

1.
The stars of the dead give forth their light
such brightness from all sides
that one’s eyes ache at the sight
and three is no shade for rest or sleep. Women,
mothers, children, old men, young boys and girls
with padlocks and keys hitched to their belts
climb up the mountain
walk across the sky and call to their Angel
and he responds and opens their eyes:
The star of our people rises
and from joy i feel I must clap with my hand
on stones, on my knees, and my heart
is full of tenderness and the mountains tremble
from the beauty. For our Lineage the Angel has been
the seed and flame for a thousand years;
in a small temple he leaves a sign.
Whether you come from wars,
or seek healing in freedom
or perhaps you no longer have any parents,
brother Angel, come with me, sharpen my sight,
if pain torments you, move a mountain
and be again
the visible fruit of an invisible power.

AuthorRadovan Pavlovski
2018-08-21T17:24:02+00:00 October 1st, 1998|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 05|0 Comments