Give Me Back My Rags #11 By Vasko Popa

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

Trans. by Anne Pennington

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