Poetryzine magazine presents the video poetry by the Macedonian poet Igor Pop Trajkov
When I Saw What Was About to Begin
When I saw what was about to begin
It was like the diverse world
from the current couldn’t conceive
nothing good for this world.
When the bird song mollified
and the chatter of bystanders all clogged.
Through the tightest streets of our aspirations
when with the easy-goingness of
the feathers sprinkled from armpits over stones
and wastelands invisible for of
those that were left so as heavily waged
from us that were promising, all abandoned.
The ring as thick as the king’s scepter
as wedded on the finger
was perched; atop the ankle advanced with torture
and scratch in the diurnal
that gasps in our memory unrecognized
for our passage most wonted, walked barefooted.
And with the pillow of all dark nights towards
the day I am striving, me too- the cloud,
on the white mountain peak hooked is the genesis
of the chill, the day- our un-privileged
father, one and only, from the hope conceived,
certain meal ascetic with happiness un-commenced.
Through the pastures with ambrosia spilled something
scarletly-transparently from the blood
of our ancestors, so that all passing nearby will say everything
without looking at the shroud
from the disregarded dust on our feet;
quite like shadow in the heat, award- bleak, un-fulfilled.
When I took a look while upright and proud in what
was about to begin formidably
I continued, as for all like a handsome hero for the reason that
there was no heartedness singly
just a belly of collectivity, existing lonely but leery.