Beliefs Poem by Kristin Dimitrova

Beliefs



Old people say that whenever
someone lights a cigarette from a candle
a sailor dies.

Among sailors, I suppose,
there is a belief that when they shave
in an odd direction, an academic dies.

And they try not to shave.
The point is that we think
about each other.

Translated by Gregory O'Donoghue

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