{"id":5729,"date":"2021-04-07T12:56:44","date_gmt":"2021-04-07T12:56:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bokoros.com\/impassable-forest\/"},"modified":"2022-06-28T12:21:23","modified_gmt":"2022-06-28T12:21:23","slug":"impassable-forest","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bokoros.com\/en\/impassable-forest\/","title":{"rendered":"Impassable forest"},"content":{"rendered":"

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uncommended forest \/ Viniani 2004<\/p>\n

for the speechless,
\non whose lips I hung to see further afar,
\nthere where light and darkness are set free,
\nand as I stretch out my hand to grab the fire
\nI clutch burning black ember
\nand it hurts.<\/p>\n

did they leave with the shining countenance of the sad ones
\nor did it stay put, the hollow sorrow of the desperate ones?<\/p>\n

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…they stripped him bare, cut off his head, cut his arms from his shoulders and his legs by the knees, the heads were cured with salt and oregano so that they wouldn\u2019t smell and were shown around the villages to the sound of instruments, after which they hung them in the central square, they published a photograph in the newspapers, they had won.<\/p>\n

in praise, as it is,
\nof the defeated.<\/p>\n

Black
\nwearing but his naked skin,
\n– birds sleep in him,
\nin the still of the night nightingales sing –
\nand down on the earth there bloom
\nnepenthe<\/em>, the little flowers of the peasants,<\/p>\n

always beautiful, whenever in season.<\/p>\n

Further down still,
\nunperturbed, dreamless, they lie asleep.
\nAnd if I look for them further up they do not answer.
\nDay and night, they light up the world with darkness.<\/p>\n

Uncommended forest.<\/p>\n

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