Poetry – Slave Gjorgjo Dimoski

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Poetry – Slave Gjorgjo Dimoski

Up to the bare bone
Angel with face turned aside
Skin my skin
Supper (the last?)
Miss depression


Image: My grandfather is plowing

I hold fields between my hands

and I let the oxen go after flowers

after me, the earth breathes in furrows

between them time in a waiting ambush

and a sky budding in sorrow

– in them I throw my seed so that seed long for the plough, too

AuthorSlave Gjorgjo Dimoski
2023-10-01T12:27:07+00:00 September 9th, 2023|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 151|Comments Off on Poetry – Slave Gjorgjo Dimoski