Happy Monday friends! Welcome to another edition of Monday Travels
So today we are in Bulgaria and we will explore:
THE BIRD WITH THE ENGINE HEART
THE BIRD WITH THE ENGINE HEART
Let's get to know Elisaveta Bagryana:
Elisaveta Bagryana (Bulgarian: Елисавета Багряна) (16 April 1893 – 23 March 1991), born Elisaveta Lyubomirova Belcheva was a Bulgarian poet who wrote her first verses while living with her family in Veliko Tarnovo in 1907–08. She, along with Dora Gabe (1886–1983), is considered one of the "first ladies of Bulgarian women's literature". She was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature three times (in 1943, 1944, and 1945.
In 1969, she won a gold medal from the National Association of Poets in Rome.
In 1969, she won a gold medal from the National Association of Poets in Rome.
Poem:
As of today I am officially on my vacation, and my destination is: Bulgaria!
So I thought it's only suitable to look into Bulgarian poetry and check was can I find. And you guys, this female poet is it!!!!
Such a powerful piece, of seeking, life, lost and yearning. I can only imagine how wonderful and powerful this poem sounds in Bulgarian!
Hope you will enjoy it as much as I did!
He
who’s never known tempting
distance,
the momentum of moving,
the wonder of danger,
the tipsiness of space
and the weariness of wandering –
He’ll never know the meaning of either life, or death,
nor will he ever grasp good, or evil.
Nor will he ever try the communion of the trial,
the joyous lull of arriving.
He’ll never taste the true ambrosia
of warmth in the nest that’s home,
of bread on the father’s table,
or rest near a mother’s knee!
Cosmic, heavenly whiteness, of veiled distance,
from early childhood you attracted my eyes,
you infected my blood, which restlessly spurts
drawing me to eternal quests and wonder.
Whenever soft breezes flailed green cornfields,
whenever a bird’s wing sliced the blue heaven,
a caravan of clouds , grainey and forlorn,
or a sail on the sea’s horizon –
The hands were stretched like stems –
until, transparent and thin they dispersed,
the eyes like birds took off to free skies,
and so they stayed yearning for space.
the momentum of moving,
the wonder of danger,
the tipsiness of space
and the weariness of wandering –
He’ll never know the meaning of either life, or death,
nor will he ever grasp good, or evil.
Nor will he ever try the communion of the trial,
the joyous lull of arriving.
He’ll never taste the true ambrosia
of warmth in the nest that’s home,
of bread on the father’s table,
or rest near a mother’s knee!
Cosmic, heavenly whiteness, of veiled distance,
from early childhood you attracted my eyes,
you infected my blood, which restlessly spurts
drawing me to eternal quests and wonder.
Whenever soft breezes flailed green cornfields,
whenever a bird’s wing sliced the blue heaven,
a caravan of clouds , grainey and forlorn,
or a sail on the sea’s horizon –
The hands were stretched like stems –
until, transparent and thin they dispersed,
the eyes like birds took off to free skies,
and so they stayed yearning for space.
Thoughts:
As of today I am officially on my vacation, and my destination is: Bulgaria!
So I thought it's only suitable to look into Bulgarian poetry and check was can I find. And you guys, this female poet is it!!!!
Such a powerful piece, of seeking, life, lost and yearning. I can only imagine how wonderful and powerful this poem sounds in Bulgarian!
Hope you will enjoy it as much as I did!
See you next Monday!
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