The Balkans

The Balkans

The Balkans
Between Two Worlds
The Dunghill of Beaux Arts
Pax mecum
Poem de morte for 3 mixed voices
… Ante portas

I stammer before
the g-g-gates of Babylon
want say
can’t talk

My voice cracks
under my tongue
the words spawn

And I wonder
did I utter this word
or it me
we’ll deceive each other ever
as we have forever
since the word go
since our first babel-babble

What an ef-ef-fort to recognise ourselves
in this wilderness of mirrors
in the womb of this va-
cant world, clam-shell
the p-p-pre-pre-pre-pre-
existence of the echo.

AuthorZoran Ančevski
2018-08-21T17:23:58+00:00 April 1st, 1999|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 08|0 Comments