A bit of poetry

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Ivo Angus
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A bit of poetry

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I'm kinda in the mood for this, so I'd like to share a few short lines of, really, the finest poetry I know.

Unfortunately, its in Bulgarian. Author: Dimcho Debelyanov. I've seen translations ... well, attempts. Its not quite the same. Still, if anyone can read it (or want to research, I highly encourage you to):

ЧЕРНА ПЕСЕН


Аз умирам и светло се раждам -
разнолика, нестройна душа,
през деня неуморно изграждам,
през нощта без пощада руша.
Призова ли дни светло-смирени,
гръмват бури над тъмно море,
а подиря ли буря - край мене
всеки вопъл и ропот замре.
За зора огнеструйна копнея,
а слепи ме с лъчите си тя,
в пролетта като в есен аз крея,
в есента като в пролет цъфтя.
На безстрастното време в неспира
гасне мълком живот неживян
и плачът ми за пристан умира,
низ велика пустиня развян.

English version (the best I could find, but still... it can't be the same)

I am dying and in the light I am born –
a soul of different faces and forms.
In the day restless I’m building
In the night reckless – destroy.

When I’m calling for peace and for light,
dark storms cover the sea in the night.
When I look for the storm that is near,
every wail and moan disappear.

I am praying for a dawn that is fiery.
One, that’s blinding my eyes with its rays.
In the spring, I am fading away (as in autumn)
In the autumn (like in spring), I will bloom.

In the run of time that lacks passion,
fades in me the life that’s unlived.
And my cry for a port will get perished
waved over a desert enorm.


And another one:

GOING back to your fathers house,
when quiet evening fades
and silent bosom silent night pause
to sorrow and the sad befriends.
Like burden throwing tired blackness,
days inconsolable they left you hard
and with your timid steps to wake up gladness
for the long-waited guest into the yard.

Then when the old one met you at the door
and put your forehead on her gentle shoulder,
you deeply in her sweet smile soar
and long repeated: mother, mother...
Then humbly entering the known room,
which is a shelter and a final dock,
to whisper silent words like fume,
to an old icon with a tired look:
I came to wait for peaceful sunset,
because my sun had travelled all its road...

Oh, hidden weeps of a stranger who is sad,
Recalling for no purpose mother and a land.

David Boghead
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Re: A bit of poetry

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If it ain't Dutch, it ain't much.

All the poetry any honourable man needs. All other poetry is for effeminate souls.

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Re: A bit of poetry

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If it ain't Dutch, it ain't much.
People say this in West Michigan all too often. :lol:

I liked your poetry you have shared, Ivo. :up1:
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Re: A bit of poetry

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Benjamin Meir wrote:
If it ain't Dutch, it ain't much.
People say this in West Michigan all too often. :lol:

I liked your poetry you have shared, Ivo. :up1:
Wonderful! :)

Now learn Bulgarian, read it in Bulgarian and you'd come to LOVE it :P

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