Eastern Night Ripens

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Eastern Night Ripens

A Fountain by the Road
A Waft of Prayer
Calm be the Hand of the Caresser
Noon Prayer
Eastern Night Ripens

In the eastern wall,
in the cupboard
the prayer book sleaps –
my serpent ancestor spends the winter

Above the fire – cold forehead,
above the forests an eye is swaying,
mean Pan forgot the song and the field
in the pregnant woman
an icy core is melting.

L. Ivanovska

AuthorBranko Cvetkoski
2018-08-21T17:23:59+00:00 February 1st, 1999|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 07|0 Comments