You say: acquiescence is a way out.
I say: acquiescence is an escape.
That’s how we converse, acquiescent
and acquiescently gnaw at
the apples of our lives.
Acquiescently suck
even the seeds
and rescue them
in pots.
With time the fights abate,
it’s predictable.
Acquiescent,
we sweeten our tea
with crystals of love.
I say: acquiescence is an escape.
That’s how we converse, acquiescent
and acquiescently gnaw at
the apples of our lives.
Acquiescently suck
even the seeds
and rescue them
in pots.
With time the fights abate,
it’s predictable.
Acquiescent,
we sweeten our tea
with crystals of love.
–Elka Vasileva,
translated from Bulgarian by
Katerina Syokova-Klemer
The Season of Delicate Hunger