Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance - Carl Sandburg..........Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject - John Keats .........Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge - William Wordsworth ..........Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand - Plato .........No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language - Samuel Taylor Coleridge .........One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is written. Secondly, it must say something significant about a reality common to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective. What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves - W. H. Auden ...........Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash - Leonard Cohen .........There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know - William Cowper .........Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood -T. S. Eliot ..........Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason - Novalis...........He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life - George Sand .........A poem is never finished, only abandoned - Paul Valery ........A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland - Kahlil Gibran.............Poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance - John Keats..........To be a poet is a condition, not a profession - Robert Frost........A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself - E. M. Forster.........Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo - Don Marquis...........Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things - T. S. Eliot ..........You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick. You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in - Dylan Thomas .........Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words - Paul Engle......... There is not a joy the world can give like that it takes away! Lord Byron

Jovica Tasevski Eternijan- Macedonia


Anthem of the Memory



The space that expands

and contracts, the face

that is built

and knocked down,

the time that darkens


- the ether, protection,

Direct -


Trembling hand of the order:

Under the fury of the ascension-eternity

Fear sprouts

In the ashes over the lines

In the ashes that piles up


Towards the translucency it aims!


The words get thicker,

Behind the pupils

Prayerful space is being created,

The disappearance rarefies – the shabbiness,

A reddish leaf does not hold a shadow

Whole rock swings

Pours down

And over the rainbow and over the nightmare

In the tiny place

Everything noons:

The points slide,

Thread into the One


She vigils


The forgetfulness secretly

Greedy stares at her








The time with rough eyes

Haven’t touched Not even the ugly womb

Will sweeten

With those clear stalactites

The stamp of God that they hide

In the translucent fence


People have stretched the nets

Into the dark With their left eye

From the unreachable old ages they have seen them

They are the seed for the shabby layers

Of history

With their right eye they reach

Now and there

The eternal shell of the confusion

Is what loses the strength


In an endless point

To gather









The time erodes

Moment by moment it rusts

Along the North waters it leads

Black Rock threads.


The word transformed into sand:


Not because the anger chases me

-Struggle swarms-

White shores are waste

Even the lightest fruits

Are a burden!


If I don’t run along the Peak

I discover the darkness

Forgive the sin

-I was pouring out hot blood.


The Guilt is The Third Calmness…





Fasting. Curse



A man with a golden star

Thrown in time-

A fast of gentleness:


It piles up on the face

A grey abyss

With a dark cavity

In a dagger

That threads

Through the rush of the blood.


They don’t stop -

Not the time, nor the fasting

Greedy for bearing



In the man with a darkened star

Ripens a heavy curse!







The sky thickens.


The heavenly darkness

Burrows in us.

Gloomy Eye

Drinks our peace.


The sky thickens.


Heavenly passions

Pierce us greedily.

On the soul falls

In us shall be born.


The sky thickens.


The heavenly whirls

Pile up in us.

Dark discords

Irresistibly grow.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Thick swarm

Of a macabre disturbance

Eroded. Peace –

Until the next heavenly feast.






Jovica Tasevski - Eternijan (b. 1976, Skopje) is a distinguished Macedonian poet, essayist and literary critic. He has published six poetry collections and two books of criticism and essays. Also, he has edited two anthologies of Macedonian poetry. His poetry has appeared in many literary magazines, it is represented in a number of anthologies and has been translated into several languages. He is a member of the Editorial Board of one of the oldest living printed Macedonian literary magazines Stremezh and a consultant for Macedonian poetry in The Other Voices International Project, an anthology of world poetry endorsed by UNESCO. He won The Enchanting Poet Award for excellent contribution in poetry writing, given by The Enchanting Verses Literary Review.



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