Vasko Popa

(1922 - 1991 / Vojvodina / Serbia)

Give Me Back My Rags #12 - Poem by Vasko Popa

Enough chattering violets enough sweet trash
I won't hear anything know anything
Enough enough of all

I'll say the last enough
Fill my mouth with earth
Grit my teeth

To break off you skull guzzler
To break off once for all

I'll just be what I am
Without root without branch without crown
I'll lean on myself
On my own bumps and bruises

I'll be the hawthorn stake through you
That's all I can be in you
In you spoilsport in you muddlehead

Get lost

Trans. by Anne Pennington

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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