Far Within Us #3by 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)
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Thank you for sharing such beauty in these poems... Roxanne
Thank you Roxanne, glad you like it.
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