poetry is a gentle landslide
poetry is a gentle landslide
inside of you
a slow-motion demolition
the bewilderment while you watch
the slow whirlwind of the dust
over the debris of the world
the world that the others know
the one you failed to learn
because you don’t believe in solid matter
in the solidity of the earth
in its gravity
you hover staring into
the very heart of the world
into the big void inside the atom
great as a word
you are still unable
to keep in silence
Translated by Hristo Dimitrov / Edited by Tom Phillips
The Bulgarian text first appeared in ‘Wings Made of Papier Mâché ’ (Janet-45, 2019)
