Jovica Tasevski Eternijan

Momentum: The Border

The footsteps lying weary
at the treacherous threshold,
they hesitate:
shall they choose death as their darling –
or the raging storm?

river beds!

A sting loves the milky soul:
a gentle hand
twists a silver dagger,
like a medal for earthly rituals
at the red spring

Let a dark shriek rise

(Translated into English by Zoran Anč evski)

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Poem Edited: Friday, July 25, 2014

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