Wednesday, May 08, 2013

805, post 505: A Poem to Make Remember Better



THE LAST LETTER
by Nikola Vapcarov

The fight is hard and pitiless 
The fight is epic, as they say. 
I fell. Another takes my place - 
Why single out a name? 
After the firing squad - the worms. 
Thus does the single logic go. 
But in the storm we'll be with you, 
My people, for we loved you so. 

23 July 1942 (Translated by P. Tempest - 1954) 

Footnote:

Vapcarov is one of the best Bulgarian revolutionary poets. This poem was written hours before his execution.

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