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: poetry
Step out
I would like to step out of my heart, climb the silences filling the sky to the home of the glittering star, standing tall like a city of white. Watching softly my heart as...
Hanging the Moon
Hanging the Moon by Plamen Sivov It’s been one of those seasons of quiet despair, I could hang the moon painted over your skies – keep you company, even when nobody’s there, throw her...
Sweetest Things
The sweetest things are painfully alert, examined by the likelihood of losing: Is living worth the risk of getting hurt? Or loving worth the consequence of choosing? Uncertainty gives in to hope instead, to...
The Illusion of Things
In a world where “more” is in constant supply, feeding frenzies of loneliness, fear and sweat, the Connecticut ice storm that catches your eye brings you back to the frame our monologues met. It...
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...
The Ones We Are Leaving Behind
The Ones We Are Leaving Behind by plamensivov Oh blessed are the ones who are leaving behind the strong and the weak, oh, the mean and the kind; All the wandering ways of that...
