Sunday, March 15, 2009

A poem

Far Within Us #3
by Vasko Popa


Unquiet you walk
Along the rims of my eyes

On the invisible grating
Before your lips
My naked words shiver

We steal moments
From the unheeding iron saws

Your hands sadly
Flow into mine
The air is impassable


(translation by Anne Pennington)

2 comments:

rivergardenstudio said...

Thank you for sharing such beauty in these poems... Roxanne

thinker said...

Thank you Roxanne, glad you like it.
Welcome to the blog!