Borče Panov

“Origami for the Young and the Old”

I folded my paper
into white birds,
and from the highest rooftop
threw them onto town.
I darted down the flights of stairs
to greet them when they land –
in my childhood I played the same game.
When I descended,
from a distance I saw
the birds in flight over the town square.
I stood and waited for each to ground
hoping to see someone read
the few simple words
I had written on their wings.
And yet, all that day,
gazing at the town,
I was waiting
in vain,
for the words,
to ascend to the skies again
just as birds would.

“The Genesis of Dreams”

A thin chink lies upon our lips
inside of which we are stirred by dreams.

It is here where a dream
is kept in a precognitive state,
and a venting dream is spoken out
to be dispersed accordingly.

A thin white line winds
between a rock and the dark sky
where heights weigh us down
and we breathe them out the way a butterfly
scatters around the golden dust
of its winged dream.

From the cardiogram of the world
a spike plummets into our hearts
and the bounding pulse
awakens our consciousness.

A slithering line
secretly slides
into a white rock of the night
and ties itself into a noble knot
pumping blood through the veins of the cold stone.

But the path to truth is also the one
which leads under a dry riverbed
and does not end
even when the river gurgles again over its syllables,
while we await to be caressed by
the dream’s polyphony.

A line of words
entwines with whiteness
and loosens the marble’s edifice
ingrained with women and men
whose bodies’ white embrace
leads to both birth and death.

An invisible string leads
our form to its core
spinning us within
and vigilantly watches through the sun’s eyes.

Not to make us blind,
but to see we are here
to be born even upon death.

“The Clouds of Grass”

An ancient oak
grips its rings ever stronger,
and each day
I
strip my rings down
to a nude word
which brings up
the earth and light
high as tide,
and grass sprouts on clouds
while they spill into
each other
like you and I.

Borče Panov was born in Radovish,R. Macedonia. He graduated from the 557927_10201086992035563_1661244700_n”Sts. Cyril and Methodius” University of Skopje, “Blazhe Koneski” Faculty of Philology, Department of Macedonian and South Slavic Languages, in 1986. He has been a member of the “Macedonian Writers’ Association” since 1998.He has published six books of poetry: “What did Charlie Ch. See from the Back Side of the Screen” (1991), “The Cyclone Eye” (1995), “Stop, Charlie” (2002), “The Tact” (2006), “The Riddle of Glass” (2008), and “The Basilica of Writing” (2006). He is the author of seven short experimental plays, as well as a number of essays. His first poetry book “What did Charlie Ch. See from the Back Side of the Screen” was awarded the best poetry book by the “Macedonian Literary Youth Organization” in 1991, and the book “The Tact” was highly commended by the “Aco Shopov Literary Award” jury in 2006. In 2010, “The Basilica of Writing” was also commended by the jury of the same prestigious festival.He is the author of several plays: “The Fifth Season of the Year” (2000), “The Doppelgänger Town” (2011), “A Dead-end in the Middle of an Alley” (2002), “Homo Soapiens” (2004), “Catch the Sleep-walker” (2005), “Split from the Nose Down” (2006), and “The Summertime Cinema” (2007).His poetry was published in a number of anthologies, literary magazines and journals both at home and abroad, and his works translated into English, Ukrainian, Slovenian, Serbian, French and Danish language.In 2011, a selection of his poetry was published in both USA and Bulgaria.Borče Panov works as the Counsellor for Culture and Education at the municipality of Radovish. He is also the Arts Coordinator for the “International Karaman’s Poetry Festival”, held in Radovish annually, and organized in honour of Aco Karamanov, a poet and freedom fighter during WWII, He is currently living, working and writing in Radovish, R. Macedonia.