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ISSN 1409-6900 | UDK 82+7     Blesok no. 07 | volume II | February-March, 1999



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Blesok no. 07February-March, 1999
Poetry

Eastern Night Ripens

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Branko Cvetkoski

A Fountain by the Road
A Waft of Prayer
Calm be the Hand of the Caresser
Anna-Judith
Noon Prayer
Eastern Night Ripens
Vertigo
Saeculum

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A Fountain by the Road

     We all are time, and the years
     are not what passes by but we are…

       Octavio Paz


1.

I was sent to investigate
Persecuted and disdained
And reconciled
To lose myself along the roads
To be bound in ashes
Like a deaf dog
Like a swallowed vowel to be dumb
Not able to return the cry of pain
In dark puddles
To be picked up by the rime


2.

And indeed I disappear
Under a glistering baking-tray

My spirit found
A new earthen hut

I was taken by someone else
and carried into unbeing


3.

I am now a hope
That never arrives
In the dry fountain
A gurgle that never stops
A shadow of shadows from the cloud
That pours itself out
An invisible tail of Cogito and Sum
A moon without change
Without waxing or waning
And a sea
And marble solitude
An empty grave that walks
The heavens


4.

And who knows whether I am
Daybreak
A vision
Or a thought-deed
That vanishes like lightning:
We are all time
Years and the primeval age
Are not what passes by
We are…

Translation: A. Taneski and G. Reid


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