Witch Boy

Radovan Pavlovski (Macedonia)

Pools of water amidst green grass
Were our mirrors
I who once used to come among them to love
Now am deceived in love
The grass undulates with my upheavals
See over there on that black peak
My star burnt out
I witch boy of verse
Call to the sea
In vain I murmur
Words of tenderness
The years like thistledown
float by over my native soil
On the grass nocturnal glowworms
become the escort of my pain

I love the wilderness
The roots of your face
A picture of a bright-eyed summer's day
If I turn back
Vestiges of storm pursue me
If I look forward
The vastness has merged into a dark vista...
I murmur my love like a sleep walker
In the starry membrane of the night...
You artists
Play out the summer tragedy of the flower
On the stage built of cards





Sleep and I wakeful
With a touch will restore you
A whisper of grasses
Gloomy we wandered the whole day through
Like prospectors of gold...
We loved in the deserted garden
now a wind wafts us towards autumn
Sleep and I wakeful...
Turn the storm to stone.






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