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“Peopleology” by Sasho Serafimov

The Season of Delicate HungerI was so sick of my home
land that I started to love it.
No wonder!
I don’t love my country,
don’t love my job,
don’t love my dreams,
don’t love my history,
don’t love my faith,
and I’m still alive.Let others also ponder
what a difficult vocation
is the love of the godless.

Sasho Serafimov,
translated from the Bulgarian
by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer
The Season of Delicate Hunger

“The Sand of Time” by Sasho Serafimov

The Season of Delicate Hunger

It’s easy to speak with another’s words,
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