Peter Kraevski
Photo: hamed
So happiness is this – a fatty fish,
I caught it
while I was squatting
at the meanders of desolation.
I offered it a spoon bite
and it bit –
it caught itself
in the snare of illusions
and it is giving it a try
to creep
to the safety island of the water.
Oh, Lord, how beautiful this fish is!
Oh, Lord, how beautiful it is
while it is dying.
Translated from Bulgarian by Judith Sprostranova
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