Nikola Vaptsarov Poems

Here am I-breathing,
Working,
Living
And Writing my poetry
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Sometimes I'll come when you're asleep,
An unexpected visitor.
Don't leave me outside in the street.
Don't bar the door!
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We argued,
a lady and I
on the topic:
'The man of our time'.
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What were you to me?
Nothing.
A land forgotten and remote,
a land of knights and high plateaux.
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Spring of mine, O spring of mine so white,
as yet unlived, as yet unfeasted,
alone in visions vague yet dreamt of,
how low above the poplars do you skim,
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The fight is hard and pitiless
The fight is epic, as they say.
I fell. Another takes my place -
Why single out a name?
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Do you remember
the sea, the engines,
and the holds full of wet dark
and that great longing for the Philippines
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Mother,
Fernandéz is killed!
Fernandéz
is dead and buried
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My country's mine; blue and clear
above it shines the sky so bright;
at dusk gleam starry chandeliers
quenched at dawn by white daylight.
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Today
I would like
to write
a poem
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