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Best Famous Vasko Popa Poems

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Written 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)

Written 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

Written 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

Written 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

Written by Vasko Popa |

Between Games

 Nobody rests 

This one constantly shifts his eyes 
Hangs them on his head 
And whether he wants it or not starts walking 
 backwards 
He puts them on the soles of his feet 
And whether he wants it or not returns walking 
 on his head 

This one turns into an ear 
He hears all that won't let itself be heard 
But he grows bored 
Yearns to turn again into himself 
But without eyes he can't see how 

That one bares all his faces 
One after the other he throws them over the roof 
The last one he throws under his feet 
And sinks his head into his hands 

This one stretches his sight 
Stretches it from thumb to thumb 
Walks over it walks 
First slow then fast 
Then faster and faster 

That one plays with his head 
Juggles it in the air 
Meets it with his index finger 
Or doesn't meet it at all 

Nobody rests

Written by Vasko Popa |

Race

 Some bite from the others 
A leg an arm or whatever 

Take it between their teeth 
Run out as fast as they can 
Cover it up with earth 

The others scatter everywhere 
Sniff look sniff look 
Dig up the whole earth 

If they are lucky and find an arm 
Or leg or whatever 
It's their turn to bite 

The game continues at a lively pace 

As long as there are arms 
As long as there are legs 
As long as there is anything

Written 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

Written 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

Written 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

Written 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

Written 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

Written by Vasko Popa |

Far Within Us #7

 Toothed eyes fly
Over still waters

Around us purple lips
Flutter from branches

Screams hit the blue
And fall onto pillows

Our homes hide
Behind narrow backs

Hands clutch at
Flimsy clouds

Our veins roll turbid
Bed and tables

Of shattered bones
Noon has fallen into our hands

And turned all gloomy

An open grave on the face of the earth
On your face on my face


 Trans.
by Anne Pennington

Written by Vasko Popa |

The Admirers Of The Little Box

 Sing little box

Don't let sleep overtake you
The world's awake within you

In your four-sided emptiness
We turn distance into nearness
Forgetfulness into memory

Don't let your nails come loose

For the very first time
We watch sights beyond this world
Through your keyhole

Turn your key in our mouths
Swallow words and numbers
Out of your song

Don't let your lid fly open
Your bottom drop

Sing little box

Written 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

Written 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