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Aleksandar Prokopiev, Macedonia
 

 

 

 

Haiku from Macedona

 

A fox under the pine tree.
I saw it while reading about
a cricket in a flower pot.

 

 

Empty for five days
the home has grown old
for a whole year.

 

 

"The world is small,
and the theater is large"
- the actor says.

 

 

He is omit up figs
A love offer from
a tree to a mouth.

 

 

A cat on the roof
and two yellow tom cats
- a love problem!

 

 

Sparrows on a wire:
five-lines with notes
- tempo staccato!

 

 

What is more
there, there behind the end?
Only dragons.

 

 

That star, above,
so distant, so tiny,
has its own name.

 

 

The cricket does not give a damn
to my dream!
It cricks and cricks.

 

 

They measure hours
the kid and the drunk
- the time is running away.

 

 

Strict, and yet gentle
an eagle fondles a baby eagle
instead of hands – with a beak.

 

 

A child in wonder:
from a strong hug - boom!
The balloon burst.

 

 

This tree
I could have embrace it
with my child's palm!

 

 

From the freezing cold
the face shrinks
but not the nose.

 

 

A blinded child
on the wall hangs a poster
with a cut circle.

 

 

A noisy city night.
And the sobs are blooming
- to calm me down.

 

 

I dreamt of an angel.
"I'll heal you with laugh"
it said. And sneezed.

 

 

The cat on the treshold.
"Piss" - said the grammy.
The grammy on the treshold.

 

 

Dogs and kids on the alleyes.
A goat in the yard:
gipsy ghetto.

 

 

I'm frying a fish.
A cat is stareing into my eyes,
like a mother-in-law.

 

 

Sunday in autumn...
The phone is ringing, persistent
As the rain.

 

 

After a night storm
all the firs and the big Cross
leaning to the South.

 

 

The rooster came
just in time for lunch.
Our lunch.

 

 

Tree pin bounded by snow
with a jewel on the top
- Morning star!

 

(translated by: Irina Ivanovska and Fiona Sampson)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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