* * *
I turned a stone around.
Time for it
did also turn around.
*
Who still rubs
two dry branches?
Glaciers come on.
*
I embrace the stone
and recognize myself.
Before I even met you...
*
A strip of grass
sucks a rock.
Dead stones do not exist.
*
Not only the stone
does overcome the time.
Man also turns into a stone.
*
A whole millennium
the master had detached
while chiseling the stone.
*
I found a stone,
born by sea-foam.
I heard how Phidias exclaimed.
*
The wolves climb down
lower and lower.
Grayer and grayer dogs.
*
Blinded by light
the bat bumps against me
having sensed a cave.
*
Ancient echo of a wolf
sounds back into the master's voice.
The dog bristles up.
*
It's all the same apple...
for Eve, Aphrodite,
or Newton.
*
Wings of a dragonfly
flit in the shadow.
A fan in the swelter.
*
Only a dandelion
can kiss like this.
The last snow falls slowly.
*
Two gipses outside
flourish wing-footed with brooms.
They will flit southwards.
© Pavel Borzhukov-Borzhi
© Boyka Mileva, translated from bulgarian
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© E-magazine LiterNet, 29.06.2007, ¹ 6 (91)
Other publications:
Pavel Borzhukov-Borzhi. Îòâúä / Beyond / Alla... Sofia: Iztok-Zapad, 2006.