from “Relocated stone”

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from “Relocated stone”

Shadows pass us by
When someone goes away everything that’s been done comes back
Many things happened
Clock hands
Someone’s voice

Inherit your childhood from the album.
Transmit the silence
that widens and narrows like
a flock of birds.
In your palms preserve
the irregularly shaped snowball
and the drops that slide along the lifeline.
Say the prayer
with your lips closed:
the words are seeds falling in a flowerpot.

Silence in the womb can be learnt.

Try to be born
like a big clock hand after midnight
and the seconds will overtake you at once.

Translated by: Makedonka Božinovska

2018-08-21T17:23:08+00:00 June 19th, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 54|0 Comments