Forbidden Sea/ Забранено море

"Blaga Dimitrova can turn thought into poetry, meditation into rhythm and flavor, colors into ideas, judgement into fragrance, vision into ethical statement. Seldom has a woman's writing been at once more cerebral and more sensual. This mixture comes no doubt like visions brought on by a wound, personal and national. It is the 'Black Sea'- what chaos, what revolution, what historical upheaval? Dimitrova's poetry nonetheless stretches a modest and serene smile over the abyss. The memory of this smile has stayed with me, and it is once again there in her style, sustained through adversity; a sun rising over the Black Sea, the sun of a woman's talent, one that English-speaking readers will welcome."
Julia Kristeva


I discover sense in want.

How poor I was when I had everything.
I played with love,
I tossed it and seized it in midair,
I missed it and then caught up with it...

I came out liquid on the shore,
dissolved in infinity.
The sunny wind wrapped my shoulders gently
and with hot lips drank the droplets off my skin.

Sated with the sea,
I lay as in a sand desert,
and senselessness swirled in green
before my tightly closed eyes.

In losing everything, there is almost a gain.

Now I am tortured by an elemental thirst,
it distracts me from the burning longing
for something beyond the short scope of the senses,
for something impossible to find in this world.



Откривам смисъл в липсата.

Как бедна бях, когато имах всичко.
Играех си със любовта,
подхвърлях я и после я ловях във въздуха,
изпусках я и после я догонвах.

Излизах течна на брега,
разтворена в безкрайност.
Намяташе ме слънчев вятър
и капките по кожата ми пиеше с горещи устни.

Преситена от морето,
лежах като сред пясъчна пустиня
и пред затворените ми клепачи
завърташе зелени кръгове безсмислието.

Почти печалба, че изгубих всичко.

Измъчва ме сега елементарна жажда,
която ме отвлича от онази палеща
по нещото отвъд обсега къс на сетивата,
по нещото, което никъде го няма.