Torch

Torch

Eye
Jagorida
Partition of the Light
The Excitement of the Kernel
Torch
Internal Sonnet
An Apple
On Macedonian Roads

In the desert, precipitously, an uninvestigated
emotion rose up, the light
in the night boiled under the feet.
Along the moon’s lanes, coldly,

strange guards glistened, emerged
and faced the straits, between cruelty
and fear. As with a thoughtful woman,
under the belly of the desert a field poppy

trembled, a vanishing vision
of a prophet. We made camp
in its gleam, and built

for fifty five days, too ripe
in the wind. Yellow beetles in dust,
upon the wrath, along the cracked thoughts.

Translated by: Dragi Mihajlovski and David Bowen

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