A poem by Tsocho Boyadjiev, Prof.
стихотворение от проф. Цочо Бояджиев
стихотворение от проф. Цочо Бояджиев
MIRROR
It looks like:
a trace of bright dream before dawn;
a breath of pigweed and saltbush at the bottom of the yard;
steps of a drunken cricket across the bridge over the river;
quinces arranged on the drawer in the kitchen;
clothes thrown on the chair by the window;
truth spoken without words…
It looks like love
but is reversed
Tsocho Boyadjiev, Prof.
photo by Tsocho Boyadjiev, Prof.
снимка на проф. Цочо Бояджиев