it’s easy to war with another’s power,
it’s easy to spend another’s money.
All of me is see-through,
and the thoughts I share today
have likely been voiced by another.
I’d like to say a single word
which reflects the world
the way a drop reflects the color palette.
I do nothing more than the ant,
walk and carry the seed,
when I see a spring—
drink from its water
when I discover a path—
put up a sign
that the world is passable.
Sometimes it’s so dangerous to get lost.
Even the child knows where she’s going
when running toward the waves
with a bucket in hand,
she carries the sand of time gone by
to build a dream.
–Sasho Serafimov,
translated from the Bulgarian
by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer
The Season of Delicate Hunger
Sasho Serafimov was born on August 30th, 1953 in Dobrich. He holds a degree from Slavic University in Sofia in social pedagogy. He is the author of six poetry books, most recently The Elderly Die at the End of the World, as well as a book of children’s stories, Confused Tales. Sasho’s play, The Teller of Tales, was awarded third place in the Golden Dolphin International Puppet Theatre Festival. He’s married and has a beard.
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