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| Photo: Iakov Khesin (Јаков Кешин) |
for Iakov Khesin
Maybe the sun is a culprit
to look by
a view from above
an orange tree full
of ripe
fruit
maybe the
ghosts
which are certainly here
surround me in combat
disposition
and demand from me
to raise my hands
and keep the setting sun
until they finish the absent battle
with the conqueror from the east
But from
my shoulders
no weapon hangs
only stones in the pockets
taken away by the millennium
action of water and wind
which mixes
and seeks for
a new
compositions
even getting
a character
created
in the old school
of this island
even the persistent olive,
which will not fade
but resurrects from moment
to moment
living from healing
own relics,
warns to
attention
Maybe it's the shade of an oak
a new bivouac or just a resting place
of
the new armie of intentional
travelers
but also a plateau behind two altars
can be a respite
and their windows
to be worshiped
to provide a sight,
dissolved inwardness
And here comes the heavenly lamb
obscures the sun and paints
with his brothers
herd lost
in antiquity
but that is only for a moment
because the shadows come into play
of the
lost gods
so they occupy battle positions
showing a map of the forgotten
battles in the Amari Valley
which is carved into the walls of the church
and took away the roof of a small chapel
Is the sun the culprit
or is it just a time…
Translation: Anthony Marich (Антоније Марић)
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