In the realm of literature, June 13th marks a poignant juxtaposition of poetic births and farewells. On this day, we commemorate the luminous life of Fernando Pessoa, born in Lisbon, a figure whose poetic prowess transcends boundaries and echoes the essence of humanity itself. Pessoa, a beacon of plural poetry, embodies the profound belief that poetry is the primitive language—sublime, sophisticated, divine.
Holy books resonate with verses, suggesting that perhaps humans once spoke in poetry. Poetry, after all, encompasses the myriad faces of the world and holds within it the dreams of humanity.
Simultaneously, June 13th marks the passing of Kocho Racin, a lesser-known yet deeply revered poet whose name ignites a powerful spark in the Macedonian soul. Racin’s verses, revolutionary and resonant, reflect the essence of life and evoke a spirit of primal and ancestral authenticity.
Poetry, I believe, is an eternal cycle—a continuous rebirth rather than a mere replacement. It is a language that knows only life, transcending the boundaries of time and space to connect us with our ancestral roots. As Pessoa’s verses guide us back to our primitive essence, Racin’s words remind us of poetry’s revolutionary power.
In a world increasingly detached from its human essence, perhaps we need poetry now more than ever. I wish we collectively embraced the beauty of poetry, inscribing it on walls, etching it into our hearts, and remembering the language of our ancestors. For in poetry, we rediscover our humanity and celebrate the eternal cycle of life.
I wish we could all read poetry together, write it everywhere, and honor the legacy of poets. Their words echo through time, reminding us that in poetry, life finds its truest expression.
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