Apples of Silver and Gold
Night comes around in her radiant dress. See the man with the golden apples, she says. He stole them from me and he ran away, cities burning behind him, bright as the day. Prophecies...
Етикети: Diana Stefanova
Преводи на английски | Plamen Sivov’s poetry in English
Преводи на Диана Стефанова Winter Rain | Зимен дъжд Oh, how this winter rain would glide along, descending down the landscape’s bristly curves… It’s waiting just for our “Come on!”, but simply, no one’s...
