Blaže Koneski Poems

You who will stand on Gazibaba, you, my descendant hear me:
From here I too have gazed on Skopje,
it was a spring day, one of those
...

This voice of the muezzin
from a tape,
this velvet baritone
...

I was perhaps not quite twenty when I wrote:
'So much did woe cry out within me that I was born into a tribe in need.' And to this day
the injury will bleed:
I'm haunted by that ever-present woe and one that's greater still,
...

Without you, Tyre and Sidon,
life has existed here for thousands of years and will continue.
We humans are like grass:
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All these trinkets,
toys,
trifles, souvenirs,
...