Ars Poetica

Write each of your poems
as if it were your last.
In this century, saturated with strontium,
charged with terrorism,
flying with supersonic speed,
death comes with terrifying suddenness.
Send each of your words
like a last letter before execution,
a call carved on a prison wall.
You have no right to lie,
no right to play pretty little games.
You simply won’t have time
to correct your mistakes.
Write each of your poems,
tersely, mercilessly,
with blood—as if it were your last.

–Blaga Dimitrova (translated by Ludmilla G. Popova-Wightman

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One Response to Ars Poetica

  1. pcrapol says:

    Ars poetica

    Всяко свое стихотворение
    ти създавай като последно.
    В твоя век, наситен със стронций,
    литнал с ултразвукова скорост,
    мигновено идва смъртта.
    Всяка своя дума изпращай,
    както сетно писмо пред разстрел,
    взрян зов в зида на затвор.
    Нямаш право ти на лъжа,
    даже на малка игра красива.
    Няма просто време да имаш
    свойта грешка сам да изправиш.
    Лаконично и безпощадно
    всяко свое стихотворение
    с кръв написвай като прощално.

    Блага Димитрова

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