Jovica Tasevski Eternijan Poems

When dark ice
fell on the cotton fields
of Adonai*
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The angel brandish
        with readings aflame
in the locks of the night
        spreading
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We crumble the night on a golden plate
and spatter the milky rhythm
of the spirit
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The footsteps lying weary
at the treacherous threshold,
they hesitate:
shall they choose death as their darling –
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In the brain furrows
lies the strange hound, ailing to the core
and growling
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Insane darkness insatiable darkness
casts its black anchor into the cold sea
and spreads out in gruesome waves
then, as an endless vibration
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He who endlessly spreads out
in white waves
around shabby pillars
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