Tender Stipe.. Igor Pop Trajkov

 

 

 , North Macedonia

(Dedicated to the movie with K. Hepburn- “See of Grass” or, as it is locally translated-“The Sinn of One Night”)

Nobody ever noticed from what that green sea
consists from, since everyone just at the sea was looking at,
as nobody was wondering how come so lively
that mass was becoming with the inflow of windiness
spacey towards the greenness skin-deeply.
Those weren’t needles rising up themselves to the sky in submissing,
nor spikes greening stabbing; with their
structures twisting towards the externality
in submissing. And precisely from that externality shaking
and dashingly waving as those oceans so mesmerizing.
Kind of feeling anybody had that the subtleness
of our nest, not of the breeze from which were shaken
these plants in green was by them outspoken. As the hair
of men upstretched when he is in shock,
or swollen- when with tender task, accordingly
with locks springy sensually loose
or straigtnesses putzenwald-satrapis, when
the love commitment imbues them and
most of all resurrects. Because each
of the plants has fragile posture, not wanting
to be spike/spile with iron posture before
the windy wave, thus to have interactions
with the advents of life and accomplished imaginations.