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ISSN 1409-6900 | UDK 82+7     Blesok no. 75 | volume XIII | November-December, 2010



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Blesok no. 75November-December, 2010
Poetry

Love Dies and Other Poems

Translated by Elizabeta Bakovska


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Tihomir Jančovski

Love Dies…
If I Could…
A Small Blade of Grass in the Field…
We Have Been through So Much
Plain Madness
Neighbour
We Were, and Now We Are Not
An Old Testament Woman
Unfinished

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Love Dies…

Love dies,
as a dying man
it falls ill, lies, ails
looks for a cure, hopes
gets better and gets worse again
it can get sick suddenly
or the illness slowly progresses
and before the very end, usually
it raises to its feet and stands up
to shine with all of its force
from its good times
it looks as if healed
and then it dies, it vanishes
finally and completely
eventually,
the man who carried it
buries it inside himself
and mourns it

Almost all of us
carry inside
a graveyard like this






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