Until her last breath she enlarges
Her Oxford house
Built in Slavonic
Vowels and consonants

She polishes the corner-stones
Until their Anglo-Saxon shine
Begins to sing

Her death is like a short breath-stop
Under the distant limetrees of her friends

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Poet: Vasko Popa
Poem: Anne Pennington
Volume: Collected Poems
Year: Published/Written in 5
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