Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
LOVE SONG
The midday heat evaporates like a sigh.
The reapers reap the grain,
and the grain ripens and grows between the fingers,
breaks like a cross, divides into four,
for all four corners of the world,
the grain swells, the bread rises.
The waters and the heavens are full.
I say to the mountain – come!
And she rumbles and rears,
every root takes roots again,
the earth returns the swallowed blood,
the letter wakes up and resurrects,
the tongue of the prophets revives,
but none of them know
with which thread and needle
she sews them every day
the light with the dark,
the shadow with the man,
the longing with the eternity…
But none of them know
with which force then she separates them
mine from her body
mine from her soul,
as I wouldn’t remain chained and cursed
for the land where I loved.
LITTLE SONG
Silence always follows
after making love,
as the rain follows the thunderstorms
to wash away water marks
which midnight created as keys
with which he unlocks and locks ghosts and shadows.
Silence is then a blessing
for our very simple need
not to kill things … by naming them.
SHE LOVES
She loves to see the sea, bent like a sky blue snake,
in the morning, with the first sighs of the birds, when the dawn bleeds,
upright, like a scepter of truth before the infinity of space,
she does not belong to me!
Her look and breasts are not touched by the wind for me!
With fire in her eyes she goes back to bed and kisses my fingers,
but that’s only because the day is unbridled in the mountains.
She rides through the day like a rare bird on the cloud, and I ride with her.
In the evening she returns to the eye of the sea,
she wraps clouds in her hair and hands them to him,
she arranges the stars with her hands, so that the night is as beautiful as yesterday.
With fire in her chest she goes back to bed and kisses my lips,
but that’s just because I count them in her name
circles of the sun around the house.
She lies beside me like a water flower wrapped around the leg
of the sailor.
„At the dead end of the heart
you can see the angels touching their fingers “(verses from Luigi Manci)
she says.
I’m silent, because she is my sixth Vestal,
hidden in the blood.
I’m silent.
Only in that moment, she still belongs to me,
her tired smile and the quiet trembling of her skin.
That’s a pretty good and totally happy ending.
Silvana Dimitrievska is graduated philologist and journalist. She writes poetry, short prose, essays and haiku verses. She is the author of the anthology “Angels with five wings”, published as part of one of the most famous World Poetry Festival – Struga Poetry Evenings. For her first collection of poetry, “You, who came out of a song” she won one of the most respected national poetry awards “Aco Karamanov”. She is the winner of several awards at international poetry events in North Macedonia and beyond the borders of her country. Her poetry is published in many international anthologies. In 2023, she was declared one of the laureates of the prestigious “Naji Naaman” world prize for poetry and was declared an honorary member of the Academy of Culture of the same name in Lebanon. In 2023 she gets an honorable mention for poetry for her participation on the international poetry manifestation Letterario Internazionale Citta di Arona in Italy. Also, in 2023 she won the third prize on the international poetry manifestation “Tafil Kelmendi” in Kosovo. In 2024, she was also the winner of the third prize at the international poetry festival “Antevo slovo”. Few month ago, she was announced as one of the winners of the prestigue International Academic Award of Contemporay Literature “Lucius Anaeus Seneca” from Academy of Philosophical Arts and Sience, Italy.
