Poem
Echo. Eh, oh...
Alexander Androv
Translated from the Bulgarian · Ехо. Е хо...
At the bend in the road.
At the bend. In the road.
We pass each other by.
Pass by. Each other.
And your last words.
The last. Words.
Like an echo, unclear.
Like an echo. Unclear.
It seemed to me I heard.
Seemed? Heard?
“We’ll meet again in the autumn.”
“We’ll meet.” “Autumn.”