Round Shapes

Round Shapes

Macedonian Wedding
Galchinik Balconies
The Great Masters
Love Letter I
Love Letter V
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
2023-06-08T11:41:24+00:00 June 6th, 2023|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 150|Comments Off on Round Shapes