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Night time provides start by means of a lifeless womb
the age-old malice of the slave:
his crimson rage –
magnificent.
Deep in the dead of night and fog.
Via darkish valleys
– earlier than he doubts it
all through the Balkans
by means of desert forests
from Gladni Polje
by means of mud palanquins
villages
cities
yards
by means of huts, huts
by means of factories, warehouses, stations
barns
homesteads
Watermen
workshops
the face
manufacturing facility:
on roads and curves
excessive
on screes, urves, chukars, barda
by means of a syllable
and reed
by means of deaf vultures
by means of autumnal yellow woods
by means of pebbles
water
murky wadis
meadows
Nyvya
vineyards
shepherd’s fields
hollyhocks
burnt stubble
thorns
swamps:
torn aside
muddy
hungry
frowned upon
emaciated from work
roughened by warmth and chilly
ugly
to cripple
furry
black
barefoot
frayed
sorry
wild
offended
livid
- with out music and drums
- with out clarinet, timpani, laterni,
- flutes, trombones, trumpets:
on the again with ragged luggage
in palms – not with shiny swords,
and with easy sticks,
store with sopi
with fingers
with copra
with turnips
with pitchforks
with axes
with axes
with hair
and sunflowers
– young and old –
all of them went down from the facet
– like a unfastened herd
of blind animals,
numerous
raging bulls –
with shouts
mine
(behind them – at night time the petrified vault)
they flew ahead
out of order
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The night time dissolves in glitter
on the peaks.
S l a n c h o g l e d i t e
p o l e d n a x a s l a n c e t o!
Daybreak from sleep
get up
amid a thunder of machine weapons:
From the distant ones
slopes
– blow after blow –
shutter
loopy
bullets – lead.
Tops
like elephants
they roared. . .
Trembling and concern.
S l l n o g l e d i t e p a d n a x a v p a x.
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Vox Populi:
- Voice of God
With 1000’s of knives
pierced
folks –
blunted
humiliated
worse than a beggar,
remained
brainless
no nerves –
obtained up
anxious in the dead of night
of his life
– and wrote along with his blood:
- FREE!
Chapter:
- September.
– Vox Populi –
– Voice of God –
Oh my God!
help the holy trigger
of tough black palms:
instill braveness
in our thundering coronary heart:
You don’t need anybody’s slave –
and right here – we swear in our grave –
we are going to resurrect the person
free on the earth.
Demise is upon us –
however past:
there Canaan blossoms
by the Justice promised
us –
everlasting spring of the residing dream. . .
We imagine! We all know! We want it!
God is with us!
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September! September!
O month of blood!
on the rise
and pogrom!
Misty was first
Previous
and Zagora
Nova
Chirpan
Scrap
Ferdinand
Berkovitsa
Sarambey
Medkovets
- (with pop Andrey)
– cities and villages.
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The folks rose up
– with a hammer
within the hand
lined in soot, sparks and cinders,
– with a sickle within the fields,
drenched in dampness and chilly:
males of menial labor
with verbless persistence –
- plane carriers
- and Black A whole bunch)
A
peasants
staff
impolite simpletons
propertyless
illiterate
profane
hooligans
boars
– cattle as cattle:
- 1000’s
- desk
- the folks;
1000’s of faiths
– religion within the rise of the folks,
1000’s of wills
– will for a vibrant life,
1000’s of untamed hearts
– and hearth in each coronary heart,
1000’s of black palms
– within the pink circle of house
raised with a rush upwards
pink
flags
divorced
over the entire nation shaken in trepidation and turmoil
of the tempest raging fruit:
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It shone
over native Balkans,
raised navel
in opposition to the sky
and the everlasting solar
- lightning bolt
- – thunder
shriveled
proper within the coronary heart
of the large
centenary
oak
Hill after hill
ek fast-flying
despatched far-off
by means of hammers
heaps
to steep valleys
in stone holes
– flaming mattress –
the place they sleep on a propeller
warblers and suckers,
in caves
of snakes and dragons,
in deaf hollows of witches
- – and the eco merged
- with a distant echo:
- plunged into the abyss
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The tragedy begins! –
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The primary ones
they fell in blood.
The riotous drive
was met with bullets.
The flags went numb
pierced.
The mountain rumbles. . .
Up there
distant and close to hills
they darkened down
with folks
– they slid
black strains:
common paid troopers
and the police are in disarray.
All of them know:
“The fatherland
is in peril!”
- however – what’s fatherland? –
And so they bark furiously
machine weapons. . .
The primary ones
they fell in blood.
Behind the distant ones
peaks
boomed the artillery.
They trembled
cities
and villages.
Lifeless our bodies
– bloody corpses –
they obtained caught
slopes
valoz
roads. . .
With sabers drawn
cavalry models gave chase
the damaged peasants
– killed, shot
with shrapnel, fugas
– fleeing in terror on all sides,
caught up within the homes
and minimize there
with bloody sabers
underneath a low saivant
amid a scream
of frightened grandmothers,
youngsters and girls…
– – – – – – –
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The troops had been advancing.
Beneath the ugly sound of shrapnel
they tingled
and the bravest:
in despair
naked palms raised to the sky.
Horror with out glory
froze on each face –
eyes with out struggling.
On all paths
right here firm after firm descends
– infantry
cavalry
artillery.
They assault
the drums.
Panic
– excessive
over the torn ones
pink flags –
scourge of crimson flames wai.
There
within the midst of the overall commotion
alone
like loopy
epically courageous
pop
Andrey
with the legendary high
shoot
shell after shell. . .
On the final minute:
“Demise to Devil!”
he shouted
berserk and nice –
and turned again
your high:
the final one
grenade
ship
proper there
- – in God’s temple
the place he had sung liturgy, litanies. . .
And surrendered.
“Grasp the pink pop!
No cross – no grave!”
He was standing subsequent to the telegraph pole.
Subsequent to him the executioner.
Captain.
The rope
it was achieved.
Balkans
it was getting darkish.
the sky –
uncooked.
Poppa stood large,
standing tall
complete
calm as granite –
no regrets
no reminiscence
– on the chest the cross of Christ
and searching on the Balkans
far
as if sooner or later. . .
– You drop your gaze fearfully
earlier than the approaching dying of man,
executioners!
What does it imply?
the dying of 1?
Amen!
Zahrachi
and spit.
He rapidly invaded
with the rope round his neck
and
with out trying on the sky
– hung up –
language
clenched between his enamel:
nice
chic
unattainable!
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Autumn
flew away
wildly torn
in screams, whirlwind and night time.
A storm arose
over darkish balkans
– darkness and brilliance
and a flock of cawing ravens –
Blood sweat
hit the again of the bottom.
In terror and trembling he lowered himself
each hut and residential.
P o g r o m!
A crash
pierce the firmament.
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Then it occurred
the worst:
Maddened
an alarming bell rang within the souls
– hits, beats, rings. . .
The night time fell so low –
deaf and terribly locked
from all sides.
Demise
– blood witch nestling
in all corners of darkness
discharge
and right here it’s
far and vast by means of the night time:
along with his dry palms
– lengthy, infinite –
captures and squeezes
behind each wall
a terrified coronary heart every.
Oh night time of anonymous secrets and techniques!
– each secret and overt:
Megdani once more with carmine bloodied.
Demise screams in a minimize throat choked.
On chains the ominous clang.
Prisons full of individuals.
Within the courtyard
of barracks, prisons
of commanded volleys ec.
The doorways are locked.
Darkish company are knocking exterior.
A son with a revolver in his hand
mendacity lifeless on the edge.
The daddy hanged.
Dishonored sister.
Villagers raised from the villages
after them – troopers:
darkish convoy.
To be shot:
Command: cease!
“Fireplace” –
weapons rattled:
Ku
Klux
Clyan –
“there’s”!
– volley
Ten troops
from the shore
they splashed laborious
within the lifeless murky waters of Maritza.
Bloodied dragged
their native river grieved them.
Army music not far-off
by means of abandoned streets
thundered
“Forest Marica. . .”
Bloodied. . .
In trodden fields
thorny
between thistle and tall grasses
pink heads are falling
with a chipped disfigured face.
Gallows unfold black arms
(apparitions in lifeless mist).
The nice march of the ax is continually carried
hit a bone. Burning villages
illuminate the far horizon.
Bloody wadis flowed.
Flaming bonfires
they slipped with sacrilegious language
the holy foot
of God
throne.
It smelled like uncooked meat.
Terrified dangle the heavens
they shouted
the blessed inhabitants of the intense paradise
– to God a fierce Hosanna –
Finish.
The hurricane stopped
gown
stopped after:
world
and silence
occurred
throughout
facet.
A bloody sacrifice to the gods.
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Muse, sing that ruinous wrath of Achilles. . .
Achilles was the brute drive.
The warfare demon.
Achilles was an previous basic
of H.C.V. king Agamemnon.
Achilles was a hero.
Numerous
crosses, orders, ribbons. . .
Pedestal
of order and silence
within the nation. . .
However right now he
we now not imagine in heroes
– neither overseas, nor our personal.
Troy was burned and destroyed.
Priam and Hecuba perished.
Achilles celebrates. . .
– What’s Hecuba to him? –
His soul is wild and tough
would not hear
the cry of the holy mom, torn
over anonymous blood-spattered cemeteries
grown up instantly
– a lot –
numerous.
– What’s Hecuba to him? –
Achilles was a hero.
Achilles was nice.
Scourge of God despatched by God.
However Achilles will perish underneath wrath and curses.
– And he died
- fell into shame:
to the assassin a real reward.
Agamemnon killed Iphigyria
- – and died:
Clytemnestra killed Agamemnon
- – and died:
Orestes with Electra killed Clytemnestra
- – and died. . .
One stays
– stands and stays
by means of the ages –
Cassandra the Prophetess:
it portends retribution
– and v s i h ok o s e s b d v a.
Fixed whimsy, play and enjoyable
of the gods.
Everlasting bloom of divine bait.
Each dying is leisure for them,
each cry is a joke.
Demise, homicide and blood!
How lengthy, how lengthy?
All-powerful Zeus
- Jupiter
- Ahuramazda
- Indra
- That
- Ra
- Jehovah
- Sabaoth:
– o t h o w a r y y!
Via the smoke of the fires
rises up and beats your ears
the cry of the slain
roar
of martyrs innumerable
on piles of burning wooden:
– Whoa
iz l a g a n a s a t a v i r a? –
Reply!
Are you silent?
- we soar proper into the sky:
– we drop a bomb in your coronary heart,
we storm the sky:
and out of your throne
we ship you down lifeless
to the underside of the common abysses
starless,
iron –
On the sky bridges
excessive with out finish
with ropes and levers
we are going to seize the blissful paradise
down
on the unhappy one
in bloodshed
globe.
All the things written by philosophers, poets –
it can come true!
– No god! No grasp!
September will likely be Could.
Human life
will probably be an infinite rise
– up! up!
Z h e m a s h e b d e r a i –
will likely be!
1924
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