Ekaterina Yossifova Poems

fills the ears with windborne deafness
dries up the eyes, pulls at
the clothes the hair flaps

I have no other flag.
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A memory of passenger trains
A long journey
She is only five, six, seven years old
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One who is a child and
goes alone to the shore, looking at the water

One who is walking with a backpack and
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in the morning,
in the bed,
for about ten minutes
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I watched
I was seven
I had no need to be paid attention to
With a mouth half-open
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Nothing more playful than
the young white goat,
nothing more milky, nothing more spring-like
than the kid
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water on the asphalt
a shining puddle beneath an arid sky
always a hundred yards ahead
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by tasteless fruit scentless flowers
arranged - one and the same - colored

the eyes are fooled but no
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