My Blue Bird
Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiYou will easily know my blue bird: it does not peck at bark or the fruits of [...]
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Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiYou will easily know my blue bird: it does not peck at bark or the fruits of [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
to Mario Luzi The old old poet climbs onto the stage and the leopard's back tenses in the dark. I, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:42+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiA trickle from the heavenly river flows also through my soul, I still feel its freshness, but [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:42+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
He arrived sometime in the evening, when the first street lights came on in the city, and, with crutches under [...]
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to Julio Cortazar Darkness. Georgina: We lie calmly in this room, thousands of kilometers from Buenos Aires, we lie withdrawn [...]
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Translated by: Zoran Ančevski … whether mediocre poetry should be written It is possible, and it always will be to [...]
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- fragment-I SHALL NOT DIE IN PARIS ON A RAINY DAY I shall not see Paris gave up that woman [...]
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Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiMy pupils grow wide to embrace the light to accept the street with all its people with [...]
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excerpt from the novelDoggy Bobby Becomes a Thief and Saves His Skin by Being Late for Dinner Mrs. Frida was [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:44+00:00 June 1st, 2001|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 21|0 Comments
Rainy and grim, lazy Sunday. A celluloid stereotype. We were lying naked in the unmade bed. For the last few [...]