ROSEN DROUMEV JOURNEY 1. The sea is dying - wave after wave it flings the last words at the cliffs and withdraws Magic signs remain on the moonlit sand; life remains, inhabited by trees and people and a wild animal's roar resembles a new sea. 2. I have never thought of the sea, it comes into my verses and withdraws like an infuriated animal It rushes the sheet, floods the words, destroys the piers of punctuation, Washes up sea-weeds, dead fish, corned tree corpses, which I come across walking along the beach 3. The sea tolls the funeral bell of the white jelly-fish. The eyes of the spirit listen to it. The temple of the water reverberates and we have to die and be born again We have to Translated by Zhivka Ivanova