Nikola Madzirov: Presence


Put on the space suit of the night
and slice the apple in two
without damaging the seeds.
Stop on the quiet bridge
and let your shadow float away.
Cup your hands above your head
like a crystal wineglass
and wait for the first drops of rain
when the pilotless aircraft depart.
Be a dream, a mezzanine,
sesame seeds at the bottom of the package,
a ‘deer’ sign by the road, an alphabet
known only to two people—
you and the one who doesn’t believe you.
Be alone, but not lonely,
so that the sky can embrace you,
so that you can embrace the lonely earth.

Translated by Peggy & Graham W. Reid

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