Author: Boris HristovISBN: 978-954-320-486-1
Price: 9.00 lv
The poetry of Boris Hristov...
Translated by the poet John Hamilton
Wrapped up in shreds of fog, where does the blind
mob go, which passes itself off as humanity?..
All around - tracks from a thousand directions,
but not one track from the Road.
Everywhere in the sky snares and wiles –
liturgical signs, psalms and buzzing.
Everywhere beside us, saving bells...
And not a single soul saved.
The Answer will be told to us, but when
the soul flies out the extinct body
and we hear how the whistling of quietness
occupies the place, in which we lived...
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