LOVE TRANSLATED BY ANN WOOD
LoveVeslin Hanchev
Where are you? There is no light in your room,
but I know you are here, that you are alone.
I have returned. For the first time, I repent.
For the first time, I am staying at home.
Isn't it too late to stay?
I have tortured you. I have tormented you to death.
What do I give you back? Tenderness scattered.
A mouth with bitter wrinkles along them.
What do I bring you? Two hands with which
I am ashamed to even touch you.
Where are you? Raise your angry face.
Demand retribution. Strike.
Show me the door black as a canvas with this
unloved hand.
Shout in my face that you hate me
or even that you don't care.
I have deserved your cold eyes.
I have deserved them with a thousand faults.
You get up. You approach me.
Invisible, you say: "Stay!"
Bow🙏!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2026-07-16 at 13:10
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