Poems by Vasko Popa
Far Within Us #5
... The nights are running out of darknessSteel branches grasp ...
A Forgetful Number
... when they should have added themselvesThat's what happens in the darkAnd there was no one to ask it ...
Wedding
... Which has never seen the night Each fills his skin with rocks ...
In The Village Of My Ancestors
... With a voice from the next worldI touch his cheek with my hand ...
Race
... It's their turn to bite The game continues at a lively pace As long as there are arms ...
The Little Box
... And the world she was in before The little box remembers her childhood ...
The Judges Of The Little Box
... Holds the little box in its antihand Who'll bite off the antiworld's antihand ...
Last News About The Little Box
... And conceived Still another little boxAnd so it went on foreverThe world from the little box ...
A Conceited Mistake
... To see itself to hear of itselfIt invented all manner of things ...
The Owners Of The Little Box
... Just as you would in your own home Make space voyages inside her ...
Hide-And-Seek
... The other looks for him in the sky He hides inside his forgetfulness ...
The Enemies Of The Little Box
... And trample on her with both feetTie her to a cat's tail ...
The Victims Of The Little Box
... You'd wake up With a belly full of mice and nailsIf in a dream you had anything to do ...
The Benefactors Of The Little Box
... And let ooze All the blue cosmic blood she gatheredWe'll sweet her clean of stars ...
Far Within Us #1
... That moves unreachable before usCan you hear a bullet ...
