Far Within Us #4 Poem by Vasko Popa

Far Within Us #4

Rating: 2.8


Green gloves rustle
On the avenue's branches

The evening carries us under its arm
By a path which leaves no trace

The rain falls on its knees
Before the fugitive windows

The yards come out of their gates
And stand looking after us


Trans. by Anne Pennington


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Vojvodina / Serbia
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