selection from “Vigils”

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selection from “Vigils”

Ellipse I
First Vigil
Ellipse II
Second Vigil
Ellipse III
Third Vigil
Fourth Vigil
Family Tree
Angel

Strange days without you
I would like a tree to be my home
as for a bird.
The leaves that endure
heat and bad weather
they are your words, your seed.
Strange days without you – tenderness
flows by, the wind’s writing needle
traces songs
on the map of my wanderings.
I am left to look for you
among the stars and my pockets.
A clock is the stone
of another age.
You have a form in the dream,
passing hours
and a strange day, a great dream
when I want to be silent
and tell you everything.
Never so near to you.
Never so far from you.
Strange days without you.
All my life – a Vigil with you.

AuthorRadovan Pavlovski
2018-08-21T17:24:02+00:00 October 1st, 1998|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 05|0 Comments