Borce Panov

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Borce Panov, Biography Borce Panov was born in Radovis, Republic of Macedonia. He graduated from the ''Sts. Cyril and Methodius'' University of Skopje, “Blazhe Koneski” Faculty of Philology, Department of Macedonian and South Slavic Languages, in 1986. He has been a member of the “Macedonian Writers’ Association” since 1998. He has published six books of poetry: “What did Charlie Ch. See from the Back Side of the Screen” (1991) , “The Cyclone Eye” (1995) , “Stop, Charlie” (2002) , “The Tact” (2006) , “The Riddle of Glass” (2008) , and “The Basilica of Writing” (2006) . He is the author of seven short experimental plays, as well as a number of essays. His first poetry book “What did Charlie Ch. See from the Back Side of the Screen” was awarded the best poetry book by the “Macedonian Literary Youth Organization” in 1991, and the book “The Tact” was highly commended by the “Aco Shopov Literary Award” jury in 2006. In 2010, “The Basilica of Writing” was also commended by the jury of the same prestigious festival. He is the author of several plays: “The Fifth Season of the Year” (2000) , “The Doppelgänger Town” (2011) , “A Dead-end in the Middle of an Alley” (2002) , “Homo Soapiens” (2004) , “Catch the Sleep-walker” (2005) , “Split from the Nose Down” (2006) , and “The Summertime Cinema” (2007) . His poetry was published in a number of anthologies, literary magazines and journals both at home and abroad, and his works translated into English, Ukrainian, Slovenian, Serbian, French and Danish language. In 2011, a selection of his poetry was published in both USA and Bulgaria. Borce Panov works as the Counsellor for Culture and Education at the municipality of Radovish. He is also the Arts Coordinator for the “International Karaman’s Poetry Festival”, held in Radovish annually, and organized in honour of Aco Karamanov, a poet and freedom fighter during WWII, He is currently living, working and writing in Radovish, Republic of Macedonia.)

The Best Poem Of Borce Panov

The Ocean's Rose

An entire morning a bird
is waking me up
from the branches of my vocal cords,
an entire morning

my dream
with pupils as a snare
is hunting that insomnia bird,
that is breaking

a delicate membrane of my dream
and - me..
from the womb of life
in which I still have not revived,
and from the midst
of the ocean's morning rose,

she is looking
to the land of my sleeping body,
and with an echo of breathing waiting
on me to wake up
that bird
in my lady's eyes
this morning
was like sunrise over all the time,

when
with most beautiful smile of the rose,
she said to me,
-Good morning my love...

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