An invisible hand
scatters birds,
handful after handful.
It
will rain this afternoon.
The grass has shrunk.
It's as if
the blades have shot
downward,
now greening
another space
and among them
wanders my look
from someone else's eye, startled
to remember anything at all.
Translated from the Bulgarian
by
Lisa Sapinkopf
BOHDAN BOYCHUK
Your Plenitude
You scatter the dark
across the earth
and establish the night.
Animals shove aside
thickets
and wade through the darkness.
You lift your face over
the horizon
and establish the day.
