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by Vasko Popa | |

Give Me Back My Rags #12

 Enough chattering violets enough sweet trash
I won't hear anything know anything
Enough enough of all

I'll say the last enough
Fill my mouth with earth
Grit my teeth

To break off you skull guzzler
To break off once for all

I'll just be what I am
Without root without branch without crown
I'll lean on myself
On my own bumps and bruises

I'll be the hawthorn stake through you
That's all I can be in you
In you spoilsport in you muddlehead

Get lost


by Vasko Popa | |

The Owners Of The Little Box

 Line the inside of the little box 
With your precious skin 
And make yourself cozy 
Just as you would in your own home 

Make space voyages inside her 
Gather stars make time squirt its milk 
And sleep in the clouds 

Just don't go around pretending 
You're more important than her length 
And wiser than her width 

If you do we'll sell her for a song 
Your box and everything inside her 
To the first fleecer to the wind 

We don't care about profit 
And we don't keep spoiled goods 

So don't keep saying 
It's we who told you this 
From inside the little box


by Vasko Popa | |

Hide-And-Seek

 Someone hides from someone else 
Hides under his tongue 
The other looks for him under the earth 

He hides on his forehead 
The other looks for him in the sky 

He hides inside his forgetfulness 
The other looks for him in the grass 

Looks for him looks 
There's no place he doesn't look 
And looking he loses himself


by Vasko Popa | |

The Enemies Of The Little Box

 Don't box down to the little box
Which supposedly contains everything
Your star and all other stars

Empty yourself
In her emptiness

Take two nails out of her
And give them to the owners
To eat

Make a hold in her middle
And stick on your clapper

Fill her with blueprints
And the skin of her craftsmen
And trample on her with both feet

Tie her to a cat's tail
And chase the cat

Don't bow down to the little box
If you do
You'll never straighten yourself out again


by Vasko Popa | |

The Tenants Of The Little Box

 Throw into the little box
A stone
You'll take out a bird

Throw in your shadow
You'll take out the shirt of happiness

Throw in your father's root
You'll take out the axle of the universe

The little box works for you

Throw into the little box
A mouse
You'll take out a quaking hill

Throw in your head
You'll take out two

The little box works for you


by Vasko Popa | |

A Conceited Mistake

 Once upon a time there was a mistake
So silly so small
That no one would even have noticed it

It couldn't bear
To see itself to hear of itself

It invented all manner of things
Just to prove
that it didn't really exist

It invented space 
To put its proofs in
And time to keep its proofs
And the world to see its proofs

All it invented
Was not so silly
Nor so small
But was of course mistaken

Could it have been otherwise


by Vasko Popa | |

Anne Pennington

 Until her last breath she enlarges
Her Oxford house
Built in Slavonic
Vowels and consonants

She polishes the corner-stones
Until their Anglo-Saxon shine
Begins to sing

Her death is like a short breath-stop
Under the distant limetrees of her friends


by Vasko Popa | |

Last News About The Little Box

 The little box which contains the world
Fell in love with herself
And conceived
Still another little box

The little box of the little box
Also fell in love with herself
And conceived
Still another little box

And so it went on forever

The world from the little box
Ought to be inside
The last offspring of the little box

But not one of the little boxes
Inside the little box in love with herself
Is the last one

Let's see you find the world now


by Vasko Popa | |

The Victims Of The Little Box

 Not even in a dream
Should you have anything to do
With the little box

If you saw her full of stars once
You'd wake up
Without heart or soul in your chest

If you slid your tongue
Into her keyhole once
You'd wake up with a hole in your forehead

If you ground her to bits once
Between your teeth
You'd get up with a square head

If you ever saw her empty
You'd wake up
With a belly full of mice and nails

If in a dream you had anything to do
With the little box
You'd be better off never waking up again


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


by Vasko Popa | |

The Benefactors Of The Little Box

 We'll return the little box
Into the arms
Of her inconspicuously honest properties

We won't do anything
Against her will
We'll simply take her apart

We'll crucify her
On her own cross

Piece her bloated emptiness
And let ooze
All the blue cosmic blood she gathered

We'll sweet her clean of stars
And anti-stars
And everything else that rots inside her

We won't make her suffer
We'll simply put her together again

We'll give back to the little box
Her pure inconspicuousness


by Vasko Popa | |

Far Within Us #1

 We raise our arms
The street climbs into the sky
We lower our eyes
The roofs go down into the earth

From every pain
We do not mention
Grows a chestnut tree
That stays mysterious behind us

From every hope
We cherish
Sprouts a star
That moves unreachable before us

Can you hear a bullet
Flying about our heads
Can you hear a bullet
Waiting to ambush our kiss


by Vasko Popa | |

Before The Game

 Shut one eye then the other 
Peek into every corner of yourself 
See that there are no nails no thieves 
See that there are no cuckoo's eggs 

Shut then the other eye 
Squat and jump 
Jump high high high 
On top of yourself 

Fall then with all your weight 
Fall for days on end deep deep deep 
To the bottom of your abyss 

Who doesn't break into pieces 
Who remains whole gets up whole 
Plays


by Vasko Popa | |

The Craftsmen Of The Little Box

 Don't open the little box 
Heaven's hat will fall out of her 

Don't close her for any reason 
She'll bite the trouser-leg of eternity 

Don't drop her on the earth 
The sun's eggs will break inside her 

Don't throw her in the air 
Earth's bones will break inside her 

Don't hold her in your hands 
The dough of the stars will go sour inside her 

What are you doing for God's sake 
Don't let her get out of your sight


by Vasko Popa | |

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


by Vasko Popa | |

The Judges Of The Little Box

 to Karl Max Ostojic

Why do you stare at the little box 
That in her emptiness 
Holds the whole world 

If the little box holds 
The world in her emptiness 
Then the antiworld 
Holds the little box in its antihand 

Who'll bite off the antiworld's antihand 
And on that hand 
Five hundred antifingers 

Do you believe 
You'll bite it off 
With your thirty-two teeth 

Or are you waiting 
For the little box 
To fly into your mouth 

Is this why you are staring


by Vasko Popa | |

A Forgetful Number

 Once upon a time there was a number
Pure and round like the sun
But alone very much alone

It began to reckon with itself

It divided multiplied itself
It subtracted added itself
And remained always alone

It stopped reckoning with itself
And shut itself up in its round
And sunny purity

Outside were left the fiery
Traces of its reckoning

They began to chase each other through the dark
To divide when they should have multiplied themselves
To subtract when they should have added themselves

That's what happens in the dark

And there was no one to ask it
To stop the traces
And to rub them out.


by Vasko Popa | |

Wedding

 Each strips his own skin 
Each bares his own constellation 
Which has never seen the night 

Each fills his skin with rocks 
And plays with it 
Lit by his own stars 

Who doesn't stop till dawn 
Who doesn't bat an eyelid or fall 
Earns his own skin 

(This game is rarely played)


by Vasko Popa | |

In The Village Of My Ancestors

 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


by Vasko Popa | |

The Little Box

 The little box gets her first teeth 
And her little length 
Little width little emptiness 
And all the rest she has 

The little box continues growing 
The cupboard that she was inside 
Is now inside her 

And she grows bigger bigger bigger 
Now the room is inside her 
And the house and the city and the earth 
And the world she was in before 

The little box remembers her childhood 
And by a great longing 
She becomes a little box again 

Now in the little box 
You have the whole world in miniature 
You can easily put in a pocket 
Easily steal it lose it 

Take care of the little box