Momentum: The Border Poem by 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?
O,
slaughterers,
scars,
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
always
(Translated into English by Zoran Anč evski)
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