METAPHYSICAL UNREST

I am overwhelmed by your ascesis
you take no pause you stand upright like a clay tablet
coloured and compact, with a dense interior
rhythm of myth and lyre
of body and lust

your face scratched by absence
like a wall of some ancient temple
with slashes and slants
with codes and dates

like a censored and stigmatized book
for which your soul craved
melted in a watercolour
without a single repeated
stroke. Nothing.

All is perfect from first to last.

And this drizzle, this trifling thought
will pass. Only your metaphysical unrest
will remain
the scratches, the time’s quill
over notebooks and frescoes
prolonged echo
of the word

your unrest, both when you paint
and when you break!

Translated by Zoran Anchevski

© Katica Kulavkova, 2001-2007.
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