Rozhen Poem by Bozhidar Pangelov

Rozhen



on a dry tree hung
does the monastery hang

and a road is curving
like a snake
with its tail up
do you hear that cry
of the rocks
the silence screams
overcome
by all the words
by the roar of crickets
by the blood in the vains

I've never understood nothing

stuck the palms
and three fingers
above the soil

Sunday, June 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: light
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The Rozhen Monastery of the Nativity of the Mother of God (Bulgarian: Роженски манастир 'Рождество Богородично', Rozhenski manastir 'Rozhdestvo Bogorodichno') is the biggest monastery in the Pirin Mountains in southwestern Bulgaria. It is one of the few medieval Bulgarian monasteries well preserved until today.
Rozhen Monastery website
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