Street Women_Hristo Smirnenski
Transcript of Street Women_Hristo Smirnenski
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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,To the tuneless violin of life.
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Your implacable stepmother, Night,Is an evil creature of evil fame;She tore the narcissus from your breast,And dragged you down the path of shame. , .
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, .You celebrate the festival of sinBeneath the street-lamp's dusky light;No one can hear the pain in your laughWhen you laugh in the quiet night.
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Drunk with illusions and deceptive hope,With a withered hyacinth on your breast,You return to your dingy little room to dineWith hunger, your one and only guest. , , , .
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, , .There hangs on the wall the photo of a childWith pretty and innocent face;The wistful look it has is now the only traceWhich suffering has not effaced.
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... , , .The days and nights drag on unchangedWhen ugly and relentless DeathArrives in the chilly autumn of your lifeTo wring from you your final breath.
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, : ... !It will discover with a shock,That powerful Life has got ahead,Leaving nothing to destructive Death,That you have long been dead
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1921
Bulgarian poetry
Hristo Smirnenski
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