{"id":103665,"date":"2024-08-19T09:30:34","date_gmt":"2024-08-19T07:30:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/%d1%81%d0%be%d0%bd%d1%86%d0%b5%d1%82%d0%be-%d0%b8-%d1%82%d0%b5%d0%bb%d0%be%d1%82%d0%be\/"},"modified":"2026-01-17T12:33:29","modified_gmt":"2026-01-17T11:33:29","slug":"the-sun-and-the-body","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/the-sun-and-the-body\/","title":{"rendered":"The Sun and the Body"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h1>\n\t\t\tThe Sun and the Body\t<\/h1>\n\tFrom its Rising to its Setting<br \/>\nthe sun travels a terrifying path-through fog, through solar winds, through ash.<br \/>\nAnd as it rises over the mountain, it spies my body languishing alone,<br \/>\nmy forgotten body.<br \/>\nThe sun, stopping, bends down and says to the body:<br \/>\n&#8220;Come with me-we have no time, we must be on our way.&#8221;<br \/>\nThe body recognizes the voice of its wife and, with a cry, says to her:<br \/>\n&#8220;Lead me, my dear one, through death into life!&#8221;<br \/>\nThe sun climbs higher, its face looking down,<br \/>\nbut the body remains on the mountain, weighed down by heavy illness.<br \/>\nThe next day the same thing happens again, and again the day after.<br \/>\nAnd every day the sun starts out from the land of its Rising<br \/>\nand travels to the lands of its Setting,<br \/>\nwhere it drops suddenly into the ocean of oceans<br \/>\nto cool its wounds.\nBut one fine day as it calls out to the body<br \/>\nand then climbs higher, it does not see that behind it in the heights<br \/>\nthe body, too, is flying, drinking the wine of the Sunlight.\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>The Sun and the Body From its Rising to its Setting the sun travels a terrifying path-through fog, through solar winds, through ash. And as it rises over the mountain, it spies my body languishing alone, my forgotten body. The sun, stopping, bends down and says to the body: &#8220;Come with me-we have no time,&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-103665","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/103665","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=103665"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/103665\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103671,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/103665\/revisions\/103671"}],"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=103665"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}