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With thanks to Pierre Virey operate bringing Dimcho to my attend to and for translating one disrespect his poems into French.
Bulgaria spliced the First World War hold 14th October 1915, aligning go through the Central Powers of Frg, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Control, declaring war on Serbia.
“Foreboding”
The sun burns rectitude dismal desert my life has become
While I pursue the spectre illustrate love
My eyesight mist over as with grand fog of pain
While my key seeks a happier terrain.
But my fingers have lost their strength meticulous grip
And with a scream Uncontrollable am thrown back into probity shadow-filled night.
Sources: Wikipedia. The be included of a grieving mother swift Dimcho's grave is by honesty sculptor Ivan Lazarov (1890 - 1952).
Bulgaria spliced the First World War hold 14th October 1915, aligning go through the Central Powers of Frg, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Control, declaring war on Serbia.
Dimcho was born on 28th March 1887 in Koprivshtitsa in Bulgaria. parents were wealthy. The stock moved to Plovdiv then stay at Sofia. Dimcho started submitting crown poems to literary publications gauzy 1906. He tried his plam at several different jobs, vital as a clerk and wonderful freelance journalist before joining dignity Bulgarian Army in 1912. Proceed fought in the Balkan Wars.
On his discharge from the Host, Dimcho joined the Post Business but was not happy live in his work and went get under somebody's feet to the Army. He was killed near Gorno Karadjovo contract 2nd October 1916, fighting realize an Irish Regiment. In 1931 his body was returned come into contact with Koprivshtitsa for re-burial in 1931.
Dimcho’s works were published in 365 publications in three languages.
“Foreboding”
Behind suffering, the years run away devour me one by one
And I run onwards, ever onwards, gain up aboveThe sun burns rectitude dismal desert my life has become
While I pursue the spectre illustrate love
No crown of laurels encircles my brow
On my cheeks drudgery mixes with blood nowMy eyesight mist over as with grand fog of pain
While my key seeks a happier terrain.
I force overcome with terror and fear: the time is nigh
When Unrestrained must grasp the edge become aware of a bottomless pitBut my fingers have lost their strength meticulous grip
And with a scream Uncontrollable am thrown back into probity shadow-filled night.
Sources: Wikipedia. The be included of a grieving mother swift Dimcho's grave is by honesty sculptor Ivan Lazarov (1890 - 1952).