Anthology of Macedonian P.E.N. Poets

ISBN 9989-928-22-3

Resul Šabani

The Stars Stand High

Who's running after my small
steps?
I am here with the grass,
water, earth, air
– the stars are there – high!
I die every day, as the poet says,
die horizontally.
Along the sharp bends
of the road, dust-grey
forever.
No. No one runs
after the shadow
which covers itself
in the bed.