| Boiko Lambovski |
THE
CLAY MAN
Hey,
Doctor,
what
shall we do with
the
clay man?
He
doesn't want to study.
"My
eyes, he says,
crumble
from the letters.
His
eyes look like
frightened
drops.
Unfit
for a soldier.
Wearily
the military committee
found
dove disease
in
his brain.
No
good for a clown -
he
trembles
badly,
trembling
to the right
trembling
to the left
his
smile
Hey,
Doctor, what
shall
we do with the clay
man?
The
doctor raised his hand to his forehead.
Earth
after drought - that's what his forehead is.
The
doctor doesn't believe
in
God's mastery.
The
strong one doesn't believe the weak.
The
fish doesn't believe that the net's hugging it.
The
healthy one doesn't believe
the
sick.
The
tree doesn't believe
in
the saw's kiss.
The
living one doesn't believe the dead.
He
doesn't believe in the doctor,
the
clay man.
Boiko
Lambovski
From “Messenger”, tr. Kristin Dimitrova
Boiko
Lambovski
was born at 1960 in
Poetry books: Messenger 1986, Scarlet decadence 1991, Edwarda 1992, Critic of
poetry 1996, God is commander of
the guard 1999, His poetry has been translated in many languages - English,
German, Russian, Serbian, Slovenian, Italian, Arabian, etc..Owner of over 20
awards for poetry, including Vladimir Bashev (1987), Geo Milev (1997), Zlaten
Lanetz (1997, 1999, 2000), etc. He participated in many international writer
competitions - in
