Bozhidar Pangelov

Rookie - 168 Points (23.10.1959 / Bulgaria, Sofia)

***(An Endless Sorrow) - Poem by Bozhidar Pangelov

I am passing by at dusk
in a white shirt.
I am looking sidelong
in the boiled soil
the growth so wild
of yellow flowers.
I do not know
what Evil is
(“Flowers of Evil” –
how did you guess which ones they were?
Oh, Baudelaire!) .
I do not know,
what Good is
(in His name
I swear) .
And I am passing on again so distant,
again in a white shirt…

In an endless sorrow.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014


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