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After the rain of the morning
from the leaves of the small tree
heavy golden drops fall.

A small boy
gathers them in his palms
extremely proud and happy

that the gold his palms hold
as though by miracle metamorphoses
into fresh, transparent morning water.

 

 

© Stephan Gechev
© Don Wilson, translated
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© E-magazine LiterNet, 23.06.2001, ¹ 6 (19)

Other publications:
Hush, you Nightingales, Canton, Connecticut, 1993.