Give Me Back My Rags #11

I've wiped your face off my face

Ripped your shadow off my shadow

Leveled the hills in you

Turned your plains into hills

Set your seasons quarreling

Turned all the ends of the world from you

Wrapped the path of my life around you

My impenetrable my impossible path

Just try to meet me now

Vasko Popa

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Vasko Popa (1922-1991)

Give me back my rags #8

So you want us to love each other
You can make me out of ashes
The trash of my belly laughs
Out of what’s left of my boredom
You can doll-face
You can grab me by the hair of my short memory
Hug my night in its empty shirt
Kiss and kiss my echo
And you don’t even know how to love

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Vasko Popa (tradução inglesa de Charles Simic)

Vasko Popa (1922-1991)


Give Me Back My Rags #4

Get out of my walled infinity
Of the star circle round my heart
Of my mouthful of sun

Get out of the comic sea of my blood
Of my flow of my ebb
Get out of my stranded silence

Get out I said get out

Get out of my living abyss
Of the bare father-tree within me

Get out how long must I cry get out

Get out of my bursting head
Get out just get out

Vasko Popa

Tradução inglesa de Anne Pennington)
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