Toothed eyes fly
Over still waters

Around us purple lips
Flutter from branches

Screams hit the blue
And fall onto pillows

Our homes hide
Behind narrow backs

Hands clutch at
Flimsy clouds

Our veins roll turbid
Bed and tables

Of shattered bones
Noon has fallen into our hands

And turned all gloomy

An open grave on the face of the earth
On your face on my face


 Trans. by Anne Pennington

Added: Feb 20 2003 | Viewed: 755 times | Comments (0)

Poet: Vasko Popa
Poem: Far Within Us #7
Volume: Bark
Year: Published/Written in 1953
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