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Poem of the day. Blaga Dimitrova

di
Redazione Italia, May 16, 2016






Ars
Poetica


    Write each of your poems
    as if it were your last.
    In this century,
    saturated with strontium,
    charged with terrorism,
    flying with supersonic
    speed,
    death comes with
    terrifying suddenness.
    Send each of your words
    like a last letter
    before execution,
    a call carved on a
    prison wall.
    You have no right to
    lie,
    no right to play pretty
    little games.
    You simply won’t have
    time
    to correct your
    mistakes.
    Write each of your
    poems,
    tersely, mercilessly,
    with blood — as if it
    were your last.