{"id":103673,"date":"2024-08-19T09:28:51","date_gmt":"2024-08-19T07:28:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/%d1%81%d0%be%d0%bd%d1%87%d0%b5%d0%b2%d0%b8%d0%bd%d0%b0\/"},"modified":"2026-01-17T12:36:49","modified_gmt":"2026-01-17T11:36:49","slug":"sunlight","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/sunlight\/","title":{"rendered":"Of the Oldest and Purest Sunlight"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h1>\n\t\t\tOf the Oldest and Purest Sunlight\t<\/h1>\n\tMy body has grown stiff with heavy sickness<br \/>\nand is left alone on a mountaintop to languish.<br \/>\nHeavy, impermeable fogs now pile around it,<br \/>\nits view of the whole world obliterating.<br \/>\nNow rains beat down like tiny sharp blades newborn,<br \/>\npummeling at my body like fists forlorn. \nBut all at once the fogs are lifting, melting;<br \/>\nthe tiny raindrops are evaporating.<br \/>\nThe sun is being born in the land of its Rising,<br \/>\nand in the lands of its Setting, is arriving.<br \/>\nPure and cleansed is its countenance,<br \/>\nhidden from the tiniest dust in the cosmos.\nAnd my body, grown stiff,<br \/>\nis limber and healthy again,<br \/>\nand drinks the wine of the sun,<br \/>\nof the oldest and purest 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>Of the Oldest and Purest Sunlight My body has grown stiff with heavy sickness and is left alone on a mountaintop to languish. Heavy, impermeable fogs now pile around it, its view of the whole world obliterating. Now rains beat down like tiny sharp blades newborn, pummeling at my body like fists forlorn. But all&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-103673","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/103673","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=103673"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/103673\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103679,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/103673\/revisions\/103679"}],"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=103673"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}