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Valentina Radinska

Graduated in Moscow and is the author of three books of poems. Her third book entitled 'No!' demonstrates her incompatibility with the totalitarian social structures. She works as an editor for Bulgarian Cinematography.

Valentina Radinska

Gently

 

 

In Night's demolished house

 

 

you weep so gently, Love.

 

 

And stars beneath the sky-high ceiling

 

 

like golden spiders spin

 

 

a hundred delicate cobwebs

 

 

to catch your tears . . .

 

 

So once again, Love,

 

 

there are smoking ruins about you.

 

 

The wing of a grasshopper,

 

 

the leg of a butterfly

 

 

stir slightly in the still airó

 

 

reached in a second

 

 

by a black heron's feather.

 

 

It's their night ride to you, Loveó

 

 

those wrecks of dreams and memories

 

 

and the lap of waves that wash

 

 

the feet of trees in blossom.

 

 

Night's demolished house

 

 

may never be dwelt in . . .

 

 

Sleep, Love . . . Fragile crickets glimmer

 

 

with invulnerable music.

 

 

The Night's not over yet, it's still

 

 

among the leaves of trees,

 

 

among bird feathers

 

 

and in the black foundations of the house . . .

 

 

I know

 

 

it will be built again by crickets,

 

 

fireflies will hold a light for them,

 

 

star spiders will join them.

 

 

And once again there will be

 

 

a black heron's feather,

 

 

a grasshopper's wing,

 

 

a butterfly's leg,

 

 

a rose petal with yellow pollen

 

 

and many others, invisible and light,

 

 

all built within.

 

 

And no one (but you, Love),

 

 

no one will remember

 

 

Night's demolished house.


translated from Bulgarian

Belin Tonchev


Last modified: December 6, 1997

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