Give Me Back My Rags By Vasko Popa

Give Me Back My Rags

Just come to my mind
My thoughts will scratch out your face

Just come into my sight
My eyes will start snarling at you

Just open your mouth
My silence will smash your jaws

Just remind me of you
My remembering will paw up the ground under your feet

That’s what it’s come to between us

Trans. by Anne Pennington

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