Hristo Smirnenski Poems

Go down and deeper down, down!
Go down into the chilly pit,
Where shining bodies writhe and pound
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The night has spread its raven hair,
O'er the house and round the trees,
And nothing stirs the winter air,
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You have born in the lap of privation,
Your childhood was useless strife,
Today you dance, your eyes full of tears,
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It was an honour I had not
Expected, to be sure.
A candle gilt his profile.
Puffing smo ...
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I do not know why I was born into this world,
I do not ask why I shall die.
When I was born the delicate May morn unfurled
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Heralds of a happier day rousing wonder and dismay -
Powerful squadrons rush in close array.
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