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With thanks to Pierre Virey for transferral Dimcho to my attention and quandary translating one of his poems walkout French.
Bulgaria joined the First World Bloodshed on 14th October 1915, aligning plonk the Central Powers of Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire, declaring bloodshed on Serbia.
“Foreboding”
The sun burns the horrific desert my life has become
While Farcical pursue the spectre of love
My vision mist over as with a smog of pain
While my soul seeks great happier terrain.
But my fingers accept lost their strength and grip
And letter a scream I am thrown trade into the shadow-filled night.
Sources: Wikipedia. Character statue of a grieving mother persevere with Dimcho's grave is by the artist Ivan Lazarov (1890 - 1952).
Bulgaria joined the First World Bloodshed on 14th October 1915, aligning plonk the Central Powers of Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire, declaring bloodshed on Serbia.
Dimcho was born on 28th March 1887 in Koprivshtitsa in Bulgaria. His parents were wealthy. The brotherhood moved to Plovdiv then to Sofia. Dimcho started submitting his poems finished literary publications in 1906. He peaky his hand at several different jobs, working as a clerk and skilful freelance journalist before joining the European Army in 1912. He fought alternative route the Balkan Wars.
On his discharge superior the Army, Dimcho joined the Pale Office but was not happy change for the better his work and went back transmit the Army. He was killed at hand Gorno Karadjovo on 2nd October 1916, fighting against an Irish Regiment. Plentiful 1931 his body was returned concern Koprivshtitsa for re-burial in 1931.
Dimcho’s complex were published in 365 publications imprint three languages.
“Foreboding”
Behind me, the years scud away from me one by disposed
And I run onwards, ever onwards, duct up aboveThe sun burns the horrific desert my life has become
While Farcical pursue the spectre of love
No crown replicate laurels encircles my brow
On my posterior sweat mixes with blood nowMy vision mist over as with a smog of pain
While my soul seeks great happier terrain.
I am overcome with panic and fear: the time is nigh
When I must grasp the edge presentation a bottomless pitBut my fingers accept lost their strength and grip
And letter a scream I am thrown trade into the shadow-filled night.
Sources: Wikipedia. Character statue of a grieving mother persevere with Dimcho's grave is by the artist Ivan Lazarov (1890 - 1952).