Blesok no. 43, July-August, 2005
Translated by: Helena Berg, Fiona Sampson
Language says: Before Language
there stands a language. Language is tainted traces
from over there.
Language says: Listen, now.
You listen: There has been
Take silence and try to be silent.
Take words and try to speak.
Byond language, Language is a wound
from which the world flows and flows.
Language says: Is, Is not, Is,
Is not. Language says: I.
Language says: Let’s speak you,
let’s feel you, come say
you have said.
My head is a cloud on the face of the lake;
Mountains and mountain shadows,
spots of grey and light,
travel over the mirror of water.
Spots of, shadows of faces,
Faces that have been
will always be
here within here within here:
on the shore of an eye the dead gather
My face on the face of a lake,
ripples on the face of ripples:
Troy, Jerusalem, Alexandria, Rome
rise and fall
fall and rise.
Smoke still rises from city walls,
swords still glitter at dusk,
I rise and fall, fall and rise.
Faces that will be always have been;
grey spots in the mirror of water.
Ohrid Lake, Aug. 30, 2003
I will kill you, oh great deer,
I will eat your tender flesh.
I have already breathed in your out-breath,
I have already absorbed your spirit into mine
and we are one.
Let your flesh come into my flesh,
let your power be absorbed in my power.
Look through my eyes, oh great deer,
run in my swift legs.
Looking at you
I take my woman-self
and moon above it.
More than anything
I wear my own natures
when I look at them through your eyes.
Song of the Tribe
Wearing my tree nature
I rest in my own shadow.
my water self
running with others
in smooth unity.
When my sky’s clouded,
taking on my thunder nature
I empty down the burden of my power,
watering my earth selves.
Then, becoming clear, bear long white feathers
from horizon to horizon
and encircle my boundaries,
encircle the edges of the sky.