“I didn’t have memories, new I made, this, beneath ancient evergreen Populus trees… Yes, evergreen Populus trees always are, yet with cold I’m not one that’s well known to spar… With gentle headstrongness I made my own path, with which I can get to the forest(, like Plath)… In forests, folk sparce are, yet all of the trees, growing like soldiers, to be many are free…” GrowthMemoriesAncientFreeTreesForestSoldiersSylvia PlathPopulusHeadstrongness Book:На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings... Source: На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...
“Here… our failures are known to every Tom Dick and Harry while our successes fall only on deaf ears. It’s death, hostile civilians, greedy politicians, and more death, and forget about love. You could be here now and across the world in 11 minutes. If you're lucky you’ll be blown to the next world in much less than 11 seconds.” LoveWarDeathCiviliansPassionsForlornCrownBrucePopulus Book:Forlorn Passions Source: Forlorn Passions
“The nights again will be on fire, like this, - forever, I’ll look, without you, freshness for; beneath the eternal ancient Populus trees, and freshness I’ll find in the night, above all… And winter will come later, once more, again, when vile winds will howl right outside, being mean, yet there, in the heart, with no refrain, I will have softness, dreamlike, clean…” ForeverEternalWinterAncientTreesFreshnessSoftnessOn FireAbove AllPopulus Book:На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings... Source: На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...