Treasure Island

Vasko Popa

(1922 - 1991 / Vojvodina / Serbia)

Anne Pennington


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


Trans. by Peter Jay, Anthony Rudolf, and Daniel Weissbort


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Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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