#dora gabe

[diioonysus]

history | powerful women | europe

[intimatum]

my bulgarian returns quickly (the tongue outpacing the brain) / i run into b. again--a german bachelor party with matching t-shirts tosses their bursting mcdonald’s bags across the main square before he can see me and i think of the meaning of his name that he weaved into his introduction years ago (a hero who seeks to avenge the wrong) / the practice of nodding as a way of saying “no”

[diioonysus]

history | powerful women | bulgaria

[intimatum]

Poetry is into the deep essence of things and phenomena. It takes man away from the monotony of the daily round; it salvages him from the poison of vanity, from the pettiness of human selfishness, from boredom. Poetry is in everything that surrounds us: in the visible and invisible, the beautiful and the plain, in wrath and meekness, in love and hate. It is in material and spiritual life. If humankind had eyes to see it and senses to sense it; if it had evolved to a point where poetry would have become a need like the air and the sun, there would no longer be bloodshed. If even in wars the enemy could see the poetry of the feat and of bravery, enmity would melt down, cruelty would burn out overnight.

Dora Gabe

[doradaabe]

[57banu]

Don’t come near me! Be an effigy On the stone wall of the ancient cathedral, High up and unapproachable, To stay on as an eternal longing In my empty heart left by you Hushed and on alert. Don’t come near me…

Dora Gabe

[57banu]

Şiir gözle görünmez, kalple hissedilir

Dora Gabe

[p-a-v-l-e-t-t-e]

Dora Gabe (Born in Bulgaria, Dabovik, Dobrich Province, 1886) was а Bulgarian Jewish poet.