A Poem Of Ohrid

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A Poem Of Ohrid

The Tale of the Stone
Zaum
A Meeting With a Sprite
The Wedding of the Sun
The Legend of the Plane Tree
Fire Over Kaneo
The Tale of the Soul
The Sun"s Seed
The Tale of the Rain

To the tolling of a bell from a chapel by the lake
the sun’s seed falls from the sky upon the earth.
Time waits its moment faithfully for the flowering to come.
At each and every crossroads some country soul
addresses us as if he were a saint:
the heart’s road and our fate’s are one, one and the same.
Just such a sage I met, and he told me
three truths so which I still hold fast:
Never, he said, has there been such a terror
that people say one thing while they do another;
there rule in the world, he said, powerful ones
deceptively clothed in human skin;
beware, he said, the worst of all for man
is to be dead before he dies.
The wise man said this, then he went his way
with honour in his words fit for a king.
Today, I know, an unwordly man’s a joke
”like a fish who would graze with the sheep”,
but the soul can do, learned too
that I shine and therefore I am.

AuthorDuško Nanevski
2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 April 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 02, Poetry|0 Comments