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Peycho Kanev, one poem


A Shiver

The wind’s murmur brings

some words to my ear

as I slowly walk along

the dusty road.

The name of my mother – whispered?

Dead voice, blowing out of the beginning

of time.

There’s the sea with its water, salt and calm,

purifying our hands, sins.

And the mountain in the distance, with the summits,

tired of the thousands of sunrises, full of faded light

and pale blue oblivion.

Anything that can exist is here

and it is not.

The wind is trying to tell me something,

but I walk on.

The secret is beyond me.

 

Peycho Kanev is the author of four poetry collections and two chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. He has won several European awards for his poetry and his poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others.


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