четвъртък, 16 август 2012 г.

Веска Гювийска / Veska Gyuviyska


Veska Gyuviyska was born in the city of Doupnitsa. She is the author of three books of poems, the first of which, Requiem for a Dandelion was published in 1994.
She taught Pedagogical Ethics, Pedagogical Practice and Theatrical Arts for children at the Higher Colege of Pedagody “St. Ivan of Rila” in Doupnitsa. Winner of the 2004/2005 International Award “Who is Who in Diversity” of the American Biographical Institute. Presently, she teaches Theory of Education at the Sounthwestern University in Blagoevgrad.


* * *

Now and then God would call on me—
the world was round and soft as a fruit
and even love made sense.
Now and then God would try me
and would make me pay through the nose.
When God happened to pounce on me
I wrote poems.


* * *

My soul hurts
and nothing heals it,
until my body drops supine—
lower than the grass, quieter than water,
and sees how from the other side
a soul stands up slowly
and leaves its imprint—
lower than the grass, quieter than water.


Forget-Me-Nots

At the tip of your soul
it is always most spacious—
you can make room
for another casual man
having passed through your life
before he disappears light of foot.
At the tip of your soul
it is always windy
and the poems you write
are wafted on the wind,
and the wind blows out the bees on them.
At the tip of your soul
the forget-me-nots are blooming.
Deeper in, is oblivion.


Ever More Quiet Poems

Ever more quiet poems,
like bewitchment
by the shades of fire when
the light hurts not
but shakes,
by the river which is mooning:
how many moons are there, if the river is one?
The infant snow, as well is as old as God.
Greatness speaks in few words.


© Veska Gyuviyska
© Translated from the Bulgarian by Valentin Krustev and Donna Martell
 

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