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The Love Rabbit, Georgi Gospodinov; Bularian (Любовният заек, Георги Господинов)

I’ll be back in a moment, she said,
and left the door open.
This was a special evening for us,
A rabbit stew simmering on the stove,
With chopped onion, sliced carrot
and garlic cloves.
She did not a coat with her
nor put lipstick on.  I do not ask
where she is going.
This is how she is
She never has a sense
Of time,
Is always late for meetings,
So she said that night –
I’ll be right back;
And did not even close the door.
Six years later after that night
I meet her on different street from ours
And I think she was a little concerned
like someone who remembers
that they  had forgotten to turn off the iron
or something like that…
Have you turned off the stove, she asks.
I have not, I say,
these rabbits are pretty tough.

The Love Rabbit, 2003
Georgi Gospodinov

Worked from the Bulgarian  Любовният заек, 2003
Malcolm D B Munro
Thursday 14 April, 2016

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How to Take Off a Sari, Momina Mela

New Yorker
Monday 11 April, 2016

Posted Saturday 30 April, 2016

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De ce qui importe le plus (en français)

J’écris des poèmes pour les personnes
Pour tu, et tu, et tu
Qui choisir de lire mon travail.

J’écris pour accéder les gens
Pour avoir un impact sur la vie des personnes
Pour dire la vérité
De lever ton esprits
A faire mouche
Et toucher ton

Pour écrire de ce qui importe
Le plus.

Malcolm D B Munro
Samedi 30 Avril, 2016

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Welcome and appreciation

Regular readers of the blog know me to be appreciative.

Thank you to those of you who have opted to
follow the blog and for reading those poems which
catch your fancy, to those of you who expressed a
like, and especially to those of you who have made a
comment. The comments made so far have been heart

Thank you to those of you, while not followers,
return regularly to read the poems; those that take
your fancy and those that don’t.

Welcome to those who have recently come to the
blog to read the poems and to follow the blog.

While all of us are discriminatory, able distinguishing between
good poetry, and the bad and indifferent, whatever a poem’s
merits, there will always be those poems we do not like or
don’t care for. Thankfully, we can’t, and don’t, like everything.

I do not write with the aim of appealing to the cognoscenti,
though surely they, too, are welcome and appreciated.

Malcolm D B Munro
Saturday 30 April, 2016




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What matters most

I write poems for people
For you, and you, and you
Who choose to read my work.

I write to touch people
To impact people’s lives
To speak the truth
To reach inside you
To strike home
And pierce people’s

To write of matters

Malcolm D B Munro
Saturday 30 April, 2016

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A new reality

We make our own reality
As humans we can do this
Our chosen reality serves
Us well or does not.

Our chosen reality may cause
Us heartache, a life of
Disappointment. May provide for
Us poor relationships
May provide for us a life which
Does not give us fulfillment
Does not allow us to grow
Does not provide for us a
Life of enhancement.

If this is true for us, we
Can choose to remake

We will find this painful
In recognizing that the
Way we led our lives
Was wrong
That this way of living hurt us
And hurt others.

Those who
Loved us and walked away
In despair at our own self
Destructiveness, at our unwillingness
To recognize what it is that we
Do to cause this hurt to others and

There are others who love us
Unconditionally, who live
In hope, knowing that one day
We will find, through our own
Painful efforts, that side of us
That they and we ourselves
Can love.

The old reality allowed us
More or less, to function
To survive.

But this is far from enough
To provide a life of enhancement
A life where we can care for
Ourselves and others.

But in self examination
Dear readers, to whom this
Is addressed, we come,
Through our own efforts, to
This self recognition
That we must accept
Full and complete
Responsibility for

This journey is painful
So much so that few
Will wish to undertake
It. But those who do
Will find for themselves
A new life.

The possibilities for us
Will open up our lives
And we, as a result, will
Lead lives of infinite reward.

In doing so, dear reader
We will find a new reality
For the old one did not

Malcolm D B Munro
Saturday 30 April, 2016




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