GJUZEL, Bogomil


Silence

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As evening soots the gradual snow

Bird and beast are silent under the heavy firs …

Space hides in its curvature

The unsuspected leap of a mountain lion

And tomorrow when the sun appears with his

Angry halo over an earth thawed and gurgling

The air, bloodied by spurs, will scream …

What bolt-like prayer, what suffering or wine …
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