{"id":103641,"date":"2024-08-19T09:41:46","date_gmt":"2024-08-19T07:41:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/%d1%81%d0%b0%d0%bc-%d1%81%d0%be-%d1%81%d0%b2%d0%be%d1%98%d0%be%d1%82-%d0%bf%d0%bb%d0%b0%d0%bc%d0%b5%d0%bd\/"},"modified":"2026-01-17T12:20:02","modified_gmt":"2026-01-17T11:20:02","slug":"i-sit-alone","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/i-sit-alone\/","title":{"rendered":"I Sit Alone with My Flame in My Breast"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h1>\n\t\t\tI Sit Alone with My Flame in My Breast\t<\/h1>\n\tI sit alone, imprisoned in the green room of the yard.<br \/>\nNo one is here-not friends, not loved ones, not strangers.<br \/>\nEverything is calm now. Only silence lies in wait, to catch<br \/>\nthe restless murmurs of the leaves, which it instantly turns to stone.\nThe night opens nobly, like a flower unfurling the day.<br \/>\nThe bud of a red rose, unseen, is breaking<br \/>\nand from its cracked leaves a red-faced fire peeps out.<br \/>\nThe bud grows, expands, and sets the entire yard ablaze,<br \/>\nbut a moment later the red rose vanishes and the fire dies away.<br \/>\nThe red flame finds a place in my heart,<br \/>\nand there it slowly grows into a great flaming tree.\nI sit alone, imprisoned in the green room of the yard.<br \/>\nNo one is here-not friends, not loved ones, not strangers.\nI sit alone with my flame in my breast.<br \/>\nIt warms me more intensely than even the words of the poets<br \/>\nwho vanished in the cosmos and the blueness,<br \/>\nsearching for the world of beauty,<br \/>\nof a beauty unknown and unsurpassed.\nThe red rose, like blood, is spreading, spilling out,<br \/>\nand this flame in my breast will remain here forever.\n\t<a href=\"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/display-case\/\">Aco \u0160opov<\/a>, <i><a href=\"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/the-tree-on-the-hill-content\/\">The Tree on the Hill<\/a><\/i>, 1980<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>I Sit Alone with My Flame in My Breast I sit alone, imprisoned in the green room of the yard. No one is here-not friends, not loved ones, not strangers. Everything is calm now. Only silence lies in wait, to catch the restless murmurs of the leaves, which it instantly turns to stone. The night&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-103641","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/103641","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=103641"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/103641\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103647,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/103641\/revisions\/103647"}],"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=103641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}