Someone embraces me Someone looks at me with the eyes of a wolf Someone takes off his hat So I can see him better Everyone asks me Do you know how I'm related to you Unknown old men and women Appropriate the names Of young men and women from my memory I ask one of them Tell me for God's sake Is George the Wolf still living That's me he answers With a voice from the next world I touch his cheek with my hand And beg him with my eyes To tell me if I'm living too Vasko Popa |
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
In The Village Of My Ancestors
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