Iana Boukova

Boukova manages to transfuse Balkan tradition to contemporary expressive means, ,to transform inner experience to extroversive manifestation, comfortably balancing at the border between modern and postmodern. Original in their conception and execution images and a poetic force which subdues sentimentalism, these are poems that any contemporary poet would aspire to write. Stavros Zafeiriou (poet), Entefktirio journal

POETRY

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Theban Citizenship
(monologue on high shoes)

Twelve o’clock in the machine of summer
when it gasps and spits out embers
And look the harvest passed with its black
and wide wings
to scythe my beloved to feed
to remember me
And who would believe the prophets
when they said
troubled times and heavy rains were coming
Sand came
and buried us up to the neck
(And where have you been
my four-legged shadow
you intercept me where I hurt most)
Noon I said
Our governors glance at their watches
set
the hour of destruction
And my heels break on the stone

And who would believe the prophets
when they spoke in tears
They grew thirsty and drank their beards
They grew hungry and their stars gnawed
the paths

This is what happens to prophets
I just wanted to say about a place
where prophecies come true
and that’s why I mention Thebes
© Iana Boukova. Translated from Bulgarian by Jonathan Dunne

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The Bulgarian poet Iana Boukova with her book “The minimal garden”, in a very good translation into greek by Dimitris Allos, has easily gained herself a place in contemporary greek poetry, transplanting memory in all things, honoring with affection what is hurt or hunted, being able to look beyond the future into man’s adventure………..Dino Siotis, (poet), (de)kata journal