Dimcho Debelyanov

Many of his contemporaries have left us his portrait: strong shoulders, a yellowish beard like a satyr's, strong fists, sometimes engaged in action, a Balkan nature in general. And he has established himself in our poetry as the most tender and soulful lyricist. His feeling gushes from innermost depths and pours out now in rapturous tones, now in quiet words, in a longing call for an unfulfilled, but still longed-for love. He sometimes feels joy, but he carefully conceals it due to the fear of some fatal predestination. He is tormented by a sad self-doubt, which soon, too soon curbs his bright impulses. His feeling pours out in dual ranges - both in rebellious murmur, and in impotent pity, and in a proud smile, and in gentle, noble suffering. This complex contradiction of his, this quiet drama of his, distinguishes him from Pencho Slaveykov and even from P. K. Yavorov.