Vasko Popa

(1922 - 1991 / Vojvodina / Serbia)


Poem by Vasko Popa

Each strips his own skin
Each bares his own constellation
Which has never seen the night

Each fills his skin with rocks
And plays with it
Lit by his own stars

Who doesn't stop till dawn
Who doesn't bat an eyelid or fall
Earns his own skin

(This game is rarely played)

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  • Patience kanyati (5/28/2018 4:08:00 PM)

    Wow Perfect(Report)Reply

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  • Seamus O BrianSeamus O Brian (7/20/2017 3:24:00 PM)

    I perceive in this the vulnerability and nakedness of life that marriage brings to two previously clothed people. Clothed with the personas we manifest to the outside world, clothed with the masks that hide our own insecurities. Masks and filters which the intimacy of living life in the company of another makes impossible to maintain. I see the rocks as images of the toils of life, the personal difficulties that we must each bear, according to our individual stars, even in the context of marriage.

    The final stanza is mysterious to me, but if the game is rarely played, then in most cases the players stop before dawn or bat an eyelid or fall. Perhaps a wider context than the sexual intimacy connotation which most easily presents itself, perhaps touching upon the broader aspects of the requirements of companionship. Intriguing as a whole. Like trying to find the eye holes in someone else's mask.(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (7/20/2017 1:54:00 PM)

    Till dawn! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.(Report)Reply

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  • Anil Kumar PandaAnil Kumar Panda (7/20/2017 8:21:00 AM)

    Could not understand where it was taking me.(Report)Reply

    Lantz PierreLantz Pierre(7/20/2017 1:23:00 PM)

    And life? Do you understand where that's taking you? Or do think you're in control of everything and there will be no surprises from the time you reach some measure or grasp of what's happening and the time you will ultimately meet your demise? Maybe you could be more prepared for the unexpected by slipping some rocks into your skin? Popa is not so incomprehensible. But you do need to be willing to get out of your comfort zone.

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  • Lantz PierreLantz Pierre (7/20/2017 7:33:00 AM)

    How to approach this poem? Certainly not head on, not face-to-face, naked and vulnerable. Maybe armed, more for self-defense than to do harm. Obliquely. In silence or with the blood-curdling yell of a warrior? I don't think it would matter. Popa has turned the idea of a celebratory union of two googly-eyed young lovers into some surreal contest of wills. Or at least a test of will for one. A treacherous game where likely there never is a winner. What is this vision? His vision? It starts with creating vulnerability and ends with a parenthetical of defeat (or at least negation) of what's been described. The second stanza turns inward, but weights the inward turn with might be the work of a prison inmate sentenced to hard labor. The poem speaks of a futile intensity, a Sisyphean labor. I like how clean and hard the poem is. Sculptural and muscular. Impenetrable as a marble statue. An object to circle around and contemplate. Maybe a little like life. Opaque. Requiring an expenditure of effort for very uncertain results. Still, I cannot decide who the bride might be in this poem? Himself? Life? Or the other as lover? Who could be a match for this intensity?(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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