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Igor Pop Trajkov: “When I Saw What Was About to Begin” (Video Poetry)

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.










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