Far Within Us #7

Vasko Popa

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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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  • mariettaj19

    Just 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!

    • LenoraLOVE

      I'm just awe struck at the intense imageries that Vasko Popa layes down. Really gets you thinking deep.