{"id":98033,"date":"2024-08-18T15:03:02","date_gmt":"2024-08-18T13:03:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/%d0%b2%d0%be-%d1%81%d0%be%d0%bd%d0%be%d1%82\/"},"modified":"2026-01-17T12:05:57","modified_gmt":"2026-01-17T11:05:57","slug":"into-the-black-womans-dream","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/into-the-black-womans-dream\/","title":{"rendered":"Into the Black Woman\u2019s Dream"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h1>\n\t\t\tInto the Black Woman&#8217;s Dream\t<\/h1>\n\tYour body, a black olive,<br \/>\nthe darkest bronze, the deepest sound,<br \/>\nthe sound of your ancestors&#8217; tom-toms, their ancient koras.<br \/>\nAcross the sky of your body an invisible plow is pulled,<br \/>\nand all the sunken dawns<br \/>\nrise like lightning from the black furrows.\nYour body, a tireless rhythm,<br \/>\nthe bloodstream of the ocean,<br \/>\na dark light that leads me down a narrow, dangerous path,<br \/>\nhaunting me since childhood,<br \/>\nsince before my childhood, from my mother&#8217;s womb,<br \/>\nfrom my first, my most insensible, beginnings.<br \/>\nNow I understand why I could not sing a single song to you:<br \/>\nyou yourself are the song of songs.\nTrembling and terrible,<br \/>\nI stand beneath the sky of your body,<br \/>\nbewildered by your black magic.<br \/>\nYou wreck my health and make me well again,<br \/>\nyou say to me: I am your night and your eternal moon.<br \/>\nBe calm, for here you will live long;<br \/>\nmy dream is more terrible than the most terrible rebellion.\nMoon, black moon,<br \/>\nbewildered by your magic,<br \/>\nI have no word to contradict you,<br \/>\nI have no strength to oppose you.<br \/>\nMoon, black rebellion,<br \/>\nincurable, unhealed wound,<br \/>\nImperceptibly I fall, I sink into your dream,<br \/>\nlike the African sun into the ocean.\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\/the-song-of-the-black-woman-content\/\"><i>The Song of the Black Woman<\/i><\/a>, 1976<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>Into the Black Woman&#8217;s Dream Your body, a black olive, the darkest bronze, the deepest sound, the sound of your ancestors&#8217; tom-toms, their ancient koras. Across the sky of your body an invisible plow is pulled, and all the sunken dawns rise like lightning from the black furrows. Your body, a tireless rhythm, the bloodstream&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-98033","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98033","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=98033"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98033\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103617,"href":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98033\/revisions\/103617"}],"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=98033"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}