The Park (1999)

    
X.

When we die do we depart forever,
do we ultimately sweep as though with fishing nets
all our grips with life and with reality away
off their holds that are so neatly scattered
around our earthly standing spaces –
it seems that death encounters us completely unforewarned,
all unawares we start to fall but still
without the slightest notice even
we release a part of ourselves amidst the air
and it but stays forever there.

One day and to somebody
a withered flower found between the pages
will recount the way I paced the earth.

tr. by Peyo Karpuzov