Poems by Sande Stojchevski 

Road
 
Does He Who is
waste his power
or a tiger burning bright
scratches the bark
 
in the forests of the night?
From above letters rain,
half-lit grains
upon black paper,
 
so a finger is able
to draw a furrow:
mane, tekel, fares.
 
So remember, my son,
it was more than difficult
to write a book.
 
Translated from Macedonian by Zoran Anchevski
 
 
At Twilight
 
Here they are, again
do they leap to their dance,
from a light to a dark
edge, along an imagined
 
line, over a space for a dot,
over all that perhaps is,
that soon might be,
as if a bird’s wing,
 
as if a coloured rope
between two dark clouds,
before a great desperate song.
In the gaping crack lights up
the blue evil eye
of the neighbour-witch.
 
 
Translated from Macedonian by Zoran Anchevski
 
 
 

Sande Stojchevski (1948) – poet, literary critic, essayist and translator. Author of forty books (poetry and essays and literary critic). He has published several volumes of his poetry and essay selections, along with fourteen volumes of selected poetry in foreign languages. He has also curated several anthologies of Macedonian poetry and criticism. Sande Stojchevski is a recipient of numerous international poetry awards and the most important awards for poetry and criticism in Macedonia, among which the state award for life’s work. He is a member of the Macedonian Writers’ Association, the Macedonian Translators Association and the Macedonian PEN Centre. Additionally, he holds the honorary membership of the Bulgarian Writers Union and the Slavic Literature and Art Academy in Bulgaria.


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