{"id":102487,"date":"2024-08-11T04:51:36","date_gmt":"2024-08-11T02:51:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/%d0%bb%d0%b8%d1%81%d1%82\/"},"modified":"2026-01-17T03:34:35","modified_gmt":"2026-01-17T02:34:35","slug":"leaf","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/leaf\/","title":{"rendered":"Leaf"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h1>\n\t\t\tLeaf\t<\/h1>\n\tIt tore itself from the branch, slowly and unobserved,<br \/>\nand stayed there in the air, hovering.<br \/>\nThinking it a yellow butterfly, the child<br \/>\nreached out her hand to grasp it.\nAnd there was no change in the autumn rainbow,<br \/>\nnot by the slightest hue.<br \/>\nOnly the branch held on to its secret sorrow,<br \/>\ngrieving for the green.\n\t<a href=\"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/display-case\/\">Aco \u0160opov<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/merge-with-the-silence-content\/\">Merge with the Silence<\/a>, 1955<br \/>\nTranslated from the Macedonian by Christina E. Kramer and Rawley Grau, <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\t\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/List_Jakimovski-1.jpg\"  target=\"_self\" itemprop=\"url\">\n\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/List_Jakimovski-1-212x300.jpg\" alt=\"\u201eLeaf\", by Macedonian painter Zoran Jakimovski\" itemprop=\"image\" height=\"300\" width=\"212\" title=\"List_Jakimovski\" onerror=\"this.style.display='none'\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>\n\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\u201eLeaf&#8221;, by Macedonian painter Zoran Jakimovski\n\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/wp-content\/plugins\/bb-plugin\/img\/pixel.png\" alt=\"\" itemprop=\"image\" onerror=\"this.style.display='none'\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Leaf It tore itself from the branch, slowly and unobserved, and stayed there in the air, hovering. Thinking it a yellow butterfly, the child reached out her hand to grasp it. And there was no change in the autumn rainbow, not by the slightest hue. Only the branch held on to its secret sorrow, grieving&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-102487","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/102487","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=102487"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/102487\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103549,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/102487\/revisions\/103549"}],"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=102487"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}