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to Mario Luzi The old old poet climbs onto the stage and the leopard's back tenses in the dark. I, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:43+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 2018-08-21T17:23:45+00:00 June 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 21|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran Ančevski … whether mediocre poetry should be written It is possible, and it always will be to [...]
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Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiMy pupils grow wide to embrace the light to accept the street with all its people with [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:44+00:00 June 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 21|0 Comments
- fragment-I SHALL NOT DIE IN PARIS ON A RAINY DAY I shall not see Paris gave up that woman [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:45+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran Ančevski (For Hristo Poljanski) To this small (and cold) age We gave our warmth – We warmed [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:46+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
A blue TV set. And a yellow tomcat. Stripping the damp dark I walk in. I’m glad. I shed off [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:45+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran Ančevski(Everything I give this poem) I give this poem my two hands that have forgotten to write [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:47+00:00 February 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 19|0 Comments
The supreme god hurrying and squeezing tightly the belt on his pants enters through the door on which is written: [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:47+00:00 February 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 19|0 Comments
I’m leaving leaving alone to wait for myself somewhere else and when I ring me on the phone I’m not [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:49+00:00 January 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 18|0 Comments
poems selected by Kristina ZimbakovaLADY LAZARUS I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it_____ A [...]