The Song of Songs
Translated into English by: Zoran AnčevskiMy beloved with eyes of a dove who will not even come to see me [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:55+00:00 March 1st, 2000|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 13|0 Comments
Translated into English by: Zoran AnčevskiMy beloved with eyes of a dove who will not even come to see me [...]
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Translated into English by: Vivian EdenThe most beautiful girl in the world used the pad of her finger to wipe [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:55+00:00 March 1st, 2000|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 13|0 Comments
It was on Ithaka, of course, when I began again thinking of eagles and the horse's death. That day, in [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:56+00:00 January 1st, 2000|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 12|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran Ančevski1. Pain is variable beauty History happens When a tear trickles from my mouth After the long [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:55+00:00 January 1st, 2000|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 12|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiNo one will return to the sea after my death and that makes me happy I'll be [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:56+00:00 January 1st, 2000|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 12|0 Comments
When I laid My eyes Upon your Lovely face I happily Recognized You at once. I realized That I had [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:56+00:00 October 1st, 1999|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 10-11|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran Ančevski(In praise of Herman Melville's Moby Dick) Vengeance is a white gush a poisonous Druid No man [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:57+00:00 October 1st, 1999|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 10-11|0 Comments
snow on summer mountain wildflower red on broken stone vendetta blood food for the free knives and rifles in the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:57+00:00 June 1st, 1999|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 09|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiThe fruit from the Tree of Knowledge has been eaten and, as God's punishment, dark sciences flourished [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:58+00:00 June 1st, 1999|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 09|0 Comments
The doorbell is ringing The postman is faster than the sound of the bell Wrapped in an angel’s crinoline he [...]