My Pupils Grow Wide…

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My Pupils Grow Wide…

My Pupils Grow Wide
Darkness you Rider
I Reject
… Prometheus…
The Programme of My Waves

Translated by: Zoran Ančevski

My pupils grow wide to
embrace the light to
accept the street with all its
people with all its signs pavements My
pupils open and become
large dark spots where sink
all windows where parts
of rooms are framed
and all portraits of women of all
men in the same street My
pupils grow wide open
enlarge to an enormous size
become black holes where
sink the sun and the moon
and all other planets especially
the earth especially
the earth

AuthorIvica Anteski
2018-08-21T17:23:44+00:00 June 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 21|0 Comments