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April 8, 2009 by · No comments

Bozhana Apostolova

Снимка: crystalina

Lord, what a huge void domain
between stamens and constellations –
shining chasms of scents,
dimmed galactic abysmal spaces.

And amidst them, without end resounds
the deafening calm,
uninhabited by eyes,
by bees, wings and handpalms…

There is no place for vacuum
under the sky anymore…
The world will simply collapse in no time
if someone picks a flower.

Translated from Bulgarian by Valentin Krustev and Donna Martell

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