Give Me Back My Rags #11 Poem by Vasko Popa
Give Me Back My Rags #11
Rating: ★4.5
I've wiped your face off my face
Ripped your shadow off my shadow
Leveled the hills in you
Turned your plains into hills
Set your seasons quarreling
Turned all the ends of the world from you
Wrapped the path of my life around you
My impenetrable my impossible path
Just try to meet me now
Trans. by Anne Pennington
Anonymous submission.
Monday, January 13, 2003
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4/24/2024 4:58:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
poet Vasko Popa #392 on top 500 poets Poet's Page Poems Comments Stats E-Books Biography Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Poems by Vasko Popa: 15 / 32 « prev. poem next poem » Give Me Back My Rags #11 - Poem by Vasko Popa Autoplay next video I've wiped your face off my face Ripped your shadow off my shadow Leveled the hills in you Turned your plains into hills. beautiful message dear poet. tony