Treasure Island

Vasko Popa

(1922 - 1991 / Vojvodina / Serbia)

Far Within Us #6


From the wrinkle between my brows
You watch till day breaks
On my face

The waxen night
Is beginning to singe
The fingers of dawn

Black bricks
Have already tiled
The whole dome of the sky


Trans. by Anne Pennington

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Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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