Peyo Yavorov

Peyo Yavorov Poems

Two lovely eyes. The spirit of a child.
Two lovely eyes. Sunrays and music.
They don't want anything and they don't vow.
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The guilt is not in you, I'm from another world.
A child of dusty dreams, your mother is the earth.
You are not to be blamed for what were my desires -
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My soul is grief. My soul is call
Because I am a bird picked off.
To death is doomed my wounded soul -
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I do not live: I burn. In acrimony raging
Two souls are dueling within my breast:
The soul of a devil, the soul of an angel.
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The broken leaf … God knows where
The wind will wrench.
Just as the orphan
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Of dreary night the hour. I watch contoured
two dreary shadows: there, behind a curtain white,
the lamp is burning, in a field of light,
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Wretched exiles, rare survivors
Of a brave and martyr race
Children of a captive mother
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Peyo Yavorov Biography

Peyo Yavorov ( Peyo Totev Kracholov, January 1, 1878–October 17, 1914) was a Bulgarian Symbolist poet. He was considered to be one of the finest poetic talents in the fin de siècle Kingdom of Bulgaria. Yavorov was a prominent member of the Misal group. His life and work are closely connected with the liberation movement Internal Macedonian-Adrianople Revolutionary Organization in Macedonia. Most of his poems are romantic in subject, and dedicated to the two women in his life — Mina Todorova and Lora Karavelova. His first (and arguably greatest) love Mina died from tubercolosis, which greatly saddened Yavorov. She was buried in the cemetery of Boulogne Billancourt. Later on he met Lora, the daughter of statesman Petko Karavelov. They were married, and the letters correspondence between them was considered evidence of their ardent and vivid love, and thus different from the relationship Yavorov had with Mina Todorova. In 1912, Lora shot herself and Yavorov tried to commit suicide. The bullet went through his temporal bone, which left him blind. In despair over the trial provoked by Lora's death and the rumor that he had killed her, Yavorov poisoned and then shot himself in autumn 1914, at the age of 36.)

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Two Lovely Eyes

Two lovely eyes. The spirit of a child.
Two lovely eyes. Sunrays and music.
They don't want anything and they don't vow.
My soul is praying,
Child!
My soul is praying…

The passions and the woes
Will cast tomorrow over them
The veil of sin and shame.
The veil of sin and shame
Won't cast tomorrow over them
The passions and the woes

My soul is praying,
Child!
My soul is praying…
They don't want anything and they don't vow…
Two lovely eyes - sunrays and music.
Two lovely eyes. The spirit of a child.

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