Aug 24, 2024
And honey and poison are in my blood.
— Martin Camaj, Selected Poetry, transl by Leonard Fox, (1990)
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And honey and poison are in my blood.
— Martin Camaj, Selected Poetry, transl by Leonard Fox, (1990)
The scent of dusk.
— Martin Camaj, Selected Poetry, transl by Leonard Fox, (1990)
I will kiss death on his icy lips and into the holes of his eyes I will pour tears. Come to me.
— Martin Camaj, Selected Poetry, transl by Leonard Fox, (1990)
The deepest darkness in August.
— Martin Camaj, Selected Poetry, transl by Leonard Fox, (1990)
The black ravens in silence above ancient oaks.
— Martin Camaj, Selected Poetry, transl by Leonard Fox, (1990)
His black hair and the deep shadows of his eyes.
— Martin Camaj, Selected Poetry, transl by Leonard Fox, (1990)
Between heart and living flesh, a period of seven generations counted on the fingers.
— Martin Camaj, Selected Poetry, transl by Leonard Fox, (1990)
You walk wordless on streets filled with antennae of monsters.
— Martin Camaj, Selected Poetry, transl by Leonard Fox, (1990)