Far Within Us #7 Poem by Vasko Popa

Vasko Popa

Vojvodina / Serbia

Far Within Us #7

Rating: 4.2
 


Toothed eyes fly
Over still waters

Around us purple lips
Flutter from branches

Screams hit the blue
And fall onto pillows

Our homes hide
Behind narrow backs

Hands clutch at
Flimsy clouds

Our veins roll turbid
Bed and tables

Of shattered bones
Noon has fallen into our hands

And turned all gloomy

An open grave on the face of the earth
On your face on my face


Trans. by Anne Pennington


Anonymous submission.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 10 June 2020

Of shattered bones Noon has fallen into our hands And turned all gloomy Very fine poem. tony

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M Asim Nehal 06 December 2016

I liked the style and the flow.

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