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
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Comments2Just read this poem and I found the imagery quite intense - "Screams hit the blue and fall onto pillows". The way it mixes the serene with the dark is quite intriguing. Really made me think!
I'm just awe struck at the intense imageries that Vasko Popa layes down. Really gets you thinking deep.