Elegy About an Acacia Under the Window
Translated by: Zoran Paunović / Svetozar KoljevićHow many times have you seen this treetop, its leaves quivering or at peace, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:14+00:00 August 6th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 49|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran Paunović / Svetozar KoljevićHow many times have you seen this treetop, its leaves quivering or at peace, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 August 6th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 49|0 Comments
On the way we knew not from where my wife plucked a flower. Above us hang the sky and below [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 August 6th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 49|0 Comments
Translations into English by Magdalena Horvat and Fiona SampsonFrom "Selected Poems", © SPE 2006My Grandfather’s wall has got too old [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:14+00:00 June 4th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 48|0 Comments
Translated from Belarusian by Jim McGarrahcompulsory happiness was handed out yesterday on some unknown Strasse. someone came up to me [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:15+00:00 June 4th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 48|0 Comments
A flashing light will mean I’m not alone. A moment later maybe I’ll hear your voice, or that of a [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:15+00:00 June 4th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 48|0 Comments
Translated from Hebrew by Vivian Eden and Karen Alkalay-GutIt is not the forest that wanders in the thicket of our [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:16+00:00 April 16th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 47|0 Comments
Translated by: Elizabeta Bakovska To J. You let the words wiggle in your palms you touch them with your heart [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:15+00:00 April 16th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 47|0 Comments
Our bicycle music is a thrum and rattle under summer trees. It's your knee thrusting, thrusting a dark weight against [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:15+00:00 April 16th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 47|0 Comments
Translated by: Elizabeta BakovskaThe woman codriver owns half of the windshield and the mirror on the lowered sun blind The [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:16+00:00 February 1st, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 46|0 Comments
Cherry blossoms: When I visit the city I carry a gun