Petya Dubarova (1962 – 1979) was a Bulgarian poet.

She was born and lived in the seaside town of Burgas.

Dubarova‘s poems have a style of certain frivolity, full of pastel colours and romanticism.

Her poetry touches on many eternal subjects like love, the sea, the rain and the youth.

Albeit her young age the poems show the language and outlook of a much more mature person, and she certainly was a talent prematurely gone from life.

Dubarova committed suicide via sleeping pills on December 4, 1979 at the age of 17.


The whole sky stumbled on a cloud,
And tumbled like a temple dome.
Then like a plane, it shrieked, it shouted.
And I saw, angered again and dumb,

The night rain, lean to kick
The clipped off border of the cloud.
Joy, branching out in me, was an oak
And vast the width of its crown…

For my life is a playful minute,
Snatched by a long day – instantly,
I live quite unnoticed in it
But now all the sky lives in me.


Drowned stars are floating on the sea.
Salt burnt the freshness of their colour.
How softly, without taking leave,
they lost both light and power.

But I would turn my heart right now
into a pyramid, a sell,
and it would bring them back alive,
ripe in its flesh, like a shell.


On chilly night, when drunk on rum,
sleep wallows in my attic room,
the moon grows darker from its sins,
when, strangled upon night’s sharp rim,

right there – above me – fear hangs,
it’s then I offer my pale hand
to you – you strange and furtive man
so tame, wild and swarthy, very handsome,

and only nineteen years this fall,
but having seen and knowing all,
with your independent creed,
yet searching for me – mine indeed,

and having fallen, wept and erred,
but your boyish tenderness preserved –
to take my domineering hand:
I make you brave, feel more a man.

We’ll wash the moon of sin. Come, dear,
we’ll rid ourselves of the corpse of fear,
and with the voice of a ship we’ll blast –
the kind, night voice of my Bourgas.

And when the night backs with the moon
and when the sun showers treasure down
then having outgrown your fantasy
you’ll set off smiling, next to me.