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Find and share the perfect poems. translated from the Macedonian by the author When at evening I hear the voice of my dead mother, I summon deer to my side— they who understand all the languages of fear without saying a word. I would invite them into the courtyard of quiet changes and ask them about the sins of the unborn, about the distance between the blood of two enemies after the war. I would ask them to lock the silence— secret of the open eyes.
Many things happened while the Earth was spinning on God’s finger. Wires released themselves from pylons and now they connect one love to another. Ocean drops deposited themselves eagerly onto caves’ walls. Flowers separated from minerals and set off following the scent. From the back pocket pieces of paper started flying all over our airy room: irrelevant things which we’d never do unless they were written down.
By Nikola Madzirov. Shadows Pass Us By We’ll meet one day, like a paper boat and a watermelon that’s been cooling in the river. The anxiety of the world will be with us. Our palms will eclipse the sun and we’ll approach each other holding lanterns. One day, the wind won’t change direction. The birch will send away leaves into our shoes on the doorstep. The wolves will come after our innocence. The butterflies will leave their dust on our cheeks.
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