Branko Cvetkoski Poems

When women's genesis is appeased
When it closes in front of the sharp
And oblique view
Of the sky
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Blow this night
Tear the wick from the candle
Leave the word alone
In the silence
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The sky crumbles
A black crumb descends
Into our bowl
Rushing and twisting along its patterns
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I'm careful now
not to admire poetry aloud
like before
when discovery in a poem
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I take everything from you
And each moment return a blessed emptiness.

Oh, words
Cold corridors for passing by!
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The image has not yet arrived
The merciless inscription
Brief
Only a voice out of turn
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A little more of spring's silence
Piled on the roof-tops
A little longer morning yawn
In bed
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The dawn breaks, the bread swells,
The golden belt unfolds
In the books of the prophets,
The candlestick drowses
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With a determined rhythm
He fills the numbered pages
Advancing
In me
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The women from my country
All the widows from the earth
Of my place beside the posthumous picture
Of their man
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