Peycho Kanev




It is always dark

First the sun
but then the moon

And the summer
but the winter too

Just like the sparrow
rocking slightly the branch
and a little snow falls
on the slope
and soon there will be
an avalanche

Just like before the sower
throws the seed
the reaper swings the scythe

Dark it is always dark

The candles lick the fabric
of the night with black flames

And even the tombstones
in the cemetery are lolling
in a doze

Darkness everywhere
and only one firefly
cupped by the hands
of a child

It will last



PEYCHO KANEV is the author of four poetry collections and two chapbooks, published in the US and Bulgaria. He has won several European awards for his poetry and has been nominated for both the Pushcart and Best of the Net. His poems have appeared in 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 other places.


Read more by Peycho Kanev:

Poem in uCity Review
Poem in Verdad
Poem in Cosmonaughts Avenue