Poetry – Bogomil Gjuzel

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Poetry – Bogomil Gjuzel

Flood at the International Writers’ Workshop
Professional Poet
Homage to Stone
The Apocalyptic Spring
The Second Coming
A Stranger at Home, at Home Elsewhere
Breaking Up the Wall
Prometheus’ Eagle
An Island on Land
After the Flood, Them Again
The End of the Century



The stars scattered like dice

And the sky troubled by a fearful pattern

Shipwrecks men and saints

The thorny wreath of oblivion does not save them.


Hell’s pot boils, spilling over the filth

Boyars, priests, beggars slurp up the thick soup

No one’s spoon is long enough

To scrape greasy salvation’s bottom.


Brothers, we have gone through to the end

Munched fire, thrown a new ball

On the roulette of the sky. From every direction

The void between stars blows our sails,


A breeze keeps swey the mold

From our open and simple tombs.

A new constellation will appear in our nothingness

Just as a worm was born in your faith.



translated by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

AuthorBogomil Gjuzel
2021-06-02T20:03:01+00:00 May 31st, 2021|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 137|0 Comments