Nevermore
just a little bit more
quite
a scrawling
of the senses
or a Raven
to come
before the final
rain
gracefully
till the end
did Annabel Lee
stay till the end
there’s no portent here
destiny
or a sign
self-made
it’s till the end
art
truth
without seeing
but the Raven
looked sorrowfully
croaked something
and jumped into my eyes
“Nevermore”
(out of Heaven)
Book" Delta" 2005
Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
rarebird
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Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2010
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