“Coal” by Ani Ilkov

The Season of Delicate Hunger

You think: there underground
There we’ll manage to be kind
We’ll find work in companies
We’ll amass mounds of cash
(until the wife and kids arrive)

And you think: it’s so simple
Black sun shines above
And colorful ores below
Open their eyes with natural boldness
Like a man who’s overcome sickness

Actually it’s like this: you descend
All your life you’ve craved women
Dressed in clothes of alcohol and
Suddenly you see—time sleeps
Over heaps of listless manure.

Then you’ll tell yourself: life was only smoke.
Today let’s merge with the eternal:
To dream rose-colored dreams
While turning into coal.

-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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