Treasure Island

Vasko Popa

(1922 - 1991 / Vojvodina / Serbia)

Give Me Back My Rags #4


Get out of my walled infinity
Of the star circle round my heart
Of my mouthful of sun

Get out of the comic sea of my blood
Of my flow of my ebb
Get out of my stranded silence

Get out I said get out

Get out of my living abyss
Of the bare father-tree within me

Get out how long must I cry get out

Get out of my bursting head
Get out just get out


Trans. by Anne Pennington

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Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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