{"id":102335,"date":"2024-08-18T13:17:19","date_gmt":"2024-08-18T11:17:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/%d0%bd%d0%be%d1%9c-%d0%bd%d0%b0%d0%b4-%d0%b5%d0%b7%d0%b5%d1%80%d0%be%d1%82%d0%be\/"},"modified":"2026-01-13T19:17:36","modified_gmt":"2026-01-13T18:17:36","slug":"night-over-the-lake","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/night-over-the-lake\/","title":{"rendered":"Night Over the Lake by the Monastery"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h1>\n\t\t\tNight Over the Lake by the Monastery\t<\/h1>\n\tThe lake has dried up, has faded from sight.<br \/>\nThe water has returned to the fresco on the wall.\nWe lie at the bottom of an empty valley.<br \/>\nYou are all I have: my reward and punishment.\nThe night is opening like a black tulip.<br \/>\nYou, a church among the rocks, a fortress.\nI see just your two bells and nothing more,<br \/>\ntwo shells in a net, two dreams-nightmares.\nLike a black tulip the black night opens.<br \/>\nAtop the white bells, two seeds of copper.\nToll, toll, toll with a netherworldly din.<br \/>\nWe are trapped, song, in the first sin.\nThe fire is going out, sight is fading.<br \/>\nIn the fresco on the wall, stone-still the embroidery.\n\t<a href=\"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/display-case\/\">Aco \u0160opov<\/a>,\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/reader-of-the-ashes-content\/\"><em>Reader of the Ashes<\/em><\/a>, 1970<br \/>\nTranslated from the Macedonian by Christina E. Kramer and Rawley Grau,\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/the-long-coming-of-the-fire-content\/\"><em>The Long Coming of the Fire<\/em><\/a>, Dallas, Deep Vellum, 2023.\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Night Over the Lake by the Monastery The lake has dried up, has faded from sight. The water has returned to the fresco on the wall. We lie at the bottom of an empty valley. You are all I have: my reward and punishment. The night is opening like a black tulip. You, a church&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":98423,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-102335","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/102335","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=102335"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/102335\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":102419,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/102335\/revisions\/102419"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98423"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=102335"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}