Beauteous Church
Be still, thou awful beast! Howl not, ravenously, thou starving wolf! Broken heart, thou ancient ache, be thou my altar [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:38+00:00 May 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 26|0 Comments
Be still, thou awful beast! Howl not, ravenously, thou starving wolf! Broken heart, thou ancient ache, be thou my altar [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:39+00:00 May 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 26|0 Comments
With what meagre space remaining between his hands he tried to reconstruct a universe: with a tear, he drew a [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:39+00:00 March 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 25|0 Comments
First come the lions, the elephants the monkeys and the other wild beasts they should be tamed with mild measures. [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:40+00:00 March 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 25|0 Comments
(From the book "Multiplying of the Word")asbestos sky and a fiery shoe in the dunghill by the parking lot: sun: [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:41+00:00 January 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 24|0 Comments
Translated from the Romanian and the Swedish by Brenda WalkerSo he is a poet Said mother-in-law with surprise And a [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:40+00:00 January 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 24|0 Comments
In the open wounds of blossom and fresh green, the seal calls him. He sees the water grow hard as [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:41+00:00 November 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 23|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiThat Man in the last mirror Who enters before the door opens And then stands puzzled in [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:41+00:00 November 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 23|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiMidnight That which is not mine calls for me And I belong to it with every call [...]
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 2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiYou will easily know my blue bird: it does not peck at bark or the fruits of [...]