What Sort of Future?

Bogomil Gjuzel (1939-  )

THE SEED
—Bogomil Gjuzel, Macedonia

With all the past's weight, 


we have become so light;


we may simply disappear.

All history seems an epitaph,


our seed so long suppressed


its roots grow numb...

Some other time or place, 


perhaps, we'll see the trigger


pulled, the anchor cast away,

and we might root in earth,


to spring up like Janissaries


at our neighbors' throats...

Straight up through the soil


like exotic plants whose tendrils


escape the potted boundaries.

The clay is cracked... 


the earth is scorched 


and cleansed again.

After such pasts


what sort of future?


(trans. from the Macedonian by P.H. Liotta)

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More can be learned about Macedonian poet Bogomil Gjuzel (pronounced Dzyuzel), author of the book, The Wolf at the Door, at www.point-editions.com/poets/bogomil.html and www.arcpublications.co.uk/writers/bogomil-gjuzel

—Medusa