Torch

Torch

Eye
Jagorida
Partition of the Light
The Excitement of the Kernel
Torch
Internal Sonnet
An Apple
On Macedonian Roads

We hurled alone the trail of the spider,
in thorny magpies’ nests we were
sqeezed, narrowed
under the wet pod of a vetch.

The funnels of the anteater, wider
and slanting, the absence of the wind
was to be occupied, it cooled down,
and at the passage, the raised stone

no longer faced the East.
The brown spot around the root
demanded quick explanation;

and everything that glowed too hastily,
and shifted ceaselessly,
and sank in serpentine, airy tunnel.

Translated by: Dragi Mihajlovski and David Bowen

AuthorSande Stojčevski
2018-08-21T17:23:59+00:00 February 1st, 1999|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 07|0 Comments