THEY DINE IN SILENCE

Apr 25

Written By Dimana Yordanova

He has exchanged for light mirth

that almanac of difficult love

which altered the movements,

the acidity of the body,

the eyes.

And almost in tears,

and almost handsome,

he reaches out for the edge of the table, and I feel:

between their hands remaining air.

I breathe it.

Translated by Hristo Dimitrov / Edited by Tom Phillips

The Bulgarian text first appeared in “Down the backbone” (Janet-45, 2018 )

Dimana Yordanova

Dimana Yordanova was born in 1986 in Veliko Tarnovo. She graduated from a fine arts secondary school, then studied Balkan Studies. She has published three books of poetry: The men and women I have been (2017); Down the backbone (2018); and Letters to Nia, to whom I did not give birth (2020), all three of them printed by the Janet publishing house. In 2019 her first book for children came out: What a mess! (Janet 45)

THEY DINE IN SILENCE

THE THING

We squandered an entire human race