but the garden not
the light is mine
but the sun not
and the stars above
and the dried-up river
This sperm is mine
but the father not
their bodies mine
their beauty not
their names mine
the words not
and the tears mine
but the eyes not
these children are mine
but already the world
not
-Ani Ilkov,
translated from the Bulgarian
by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer
The Season of Delicate Hunger:
Anthology of Contemporary Bulgarian Poetry
(Accents Publishing)