“Mole-Eagle” by Ani Ilkov

The Season of Delicate HungerFor the first time she saw the world like this
not a world but a map
not a map but a slit stomach
draining fecal waters
the very blandness of life

She knew—whizzing around her
was neither dirt nor sand
and by the chill she realized—
her world had gone bankrupt
but she ascended
and ascended
upwards

Never before had she seen such
an unchangeable world with unclean
rivers running across
and drops of tears and blood
marking the path below
which had no turning back

-Ani Ilkov, 
translated from the Bulgarian
by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer
The Season of Delicate Hunger:
Anthology of Contemporary Bulgarian Poetry
(Accents Publishing)

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