MILKA STOYANOVA DEATH Death is an old woman Wandering in search of her cane, Catching your hand instead. And the elected are YOU: To see HER Home. THE BELOVED IS The beloved is a mussel valve, A gleam dispersed by a meteor. A smile – a climber up on my ankle, Up and up To the very entrance of my thought, To the ruins of my dreams, To the image of a virtual person That copied my features, To those virtual doors of happiness That are banging Under this stars of my optimism. It's my memory for love That's my only friend. I HEAR YOU CALLING ME I hear you calling me Among the twinkling particles Of perfection. I hear you calling me Soundless, In a hurry, Before my coming to life: Fire – brand like Entering my heart; I hear you in my sleep When sleepless; I hear you soundless, Reciting verses Dedicated to me, Scratching in my verses. I hear you soundless, Clearer and ckearer, Clearer than before: Many ages before, Ages of our inconsciousness before, Ages of a sentence to life, Ages of hunger And happiness In ignorance, Walking along your grace person Reflected in my eyes. BEYOND MY POWER It is beyond my power To bear the burden Of your absence, You, marked astrologer, And tender tormentor, My master And a martyr, My husband Of, It's beyond my power It comes in night time Its eyes and mouth Make the record Recur in my memory, Sending away The swans Of my sleep, Burrowing In the summer Of the absurd passions, Tugging me along the sandy track Of your soul. Oh, it's beyond my power! And it's incomprehensible: That same wish in day-light: To go on touching The wounds of my grass Smiling Moving wings glorifyng The promises of a life For naives. SOCIETY EYES I see those eyes: Mauve-blue, Dark As nights of ghosts, Emerging up, Out of the bottom Of their bed. I see those eyes Whit the tail of my pupils, From the bottom Of the darkness: Ruthless, To ring my heart in, As a sea. I see those eyes Down to the deep sea bed Of my questions, Deeper and deeper, Rising and asking, Clearer and clearer, Alerter and alerter, Bolder and bolder; And their freedom Getting furier And furier judge. THE RAINY DOGS I saw them galloping In the dark night In front of my window: Bewildered, Glittering, Transparent, Entranced, In a rush: The rainy dogs. I saw them Growing, And their transparent bodies Filling up Cold water And rushing on In the night, Galloping By my window, Being at The very target; Carrying a tempest Whit them: Those rainy dogs; Being unwilling Unable To stop rushing; Pelting On the window glass, And scuffling To flow out, As water. BEES They get satiated Of a few bloom only; Though, being so restless; Working And working And working; As they knew How greedy for honey We are.