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“Report” by Valentin Dishev

The Season of Delicate HungerOn a mark
of silence:

1.

A butterfly counted
my knuckles.
Declared the white
unnecessary.

2.

The wind recounted
to a lake
the color of my eyes.
The red—it said—is a little much.

3.

A tree
hollowed by thunder
painted my mistrust in green.
The bark—it whispered—is not just a cover.

My silence
was not.

-Valentin Dishev,
translated from the Bulgarian
by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer,
The Season of Delicate Hunger:
Anthology of Contemporary Bulgarian Poetry
(Accents Publishing)

“Pontifex” by Valentin Dishev

The Season of Delicate Hunger

There are caresses
you cannot possess.
The grass below.
There is meaning
you cannot embrace.
The grass above.

-Valentin Dishev,
translated from the Bulgarian
by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer,
The Season of Delicate Hunger:
Anthology of Contemporary Bulgarian Poetry
(Accents Publishing)