Belgrade
White bone among the clouds
Your arise out of your pyre
out of your ploughed-up barrows
Out of your scattered ashes
You arise out of your disappearance
The sun keeps you
In its golden reliquary
High above the yapping of centuries
And bears you to the marriage
Of the fourth river of Paradise
With the thirty-sixth river of Earth
White bone among the clouds
Bone of our bones
by
Vasko Popa, translated from the Serbo-Croat by Anne Pennington (from
World Poems on the Underground)
1 comment:
Thank you, it's a lovely poem. I always enjoy your posts.
Ama
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