Vasko Popa

(1922 - 1991 / Vojvodina / Serbia)

The Owners Of The Little Box - Poem by Vasko Popa

Line the inside of the little box
With your precious skin
And make yourself cozy
Just as you would in your own home

Make space voyages inside her
Gather stars make time squirt its milk
And sleep in the clouds

Just don't go around pretending
You're more important than her length
And wiser than her width

If you do we'll sell her for a song
Your box and everything inside her
To the first fleecer to the wind

We don't care about profit
And we don't keep spoiled goods

So don't keep saying
It's we who told you this
From inside the little box


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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